“Tiny little thing isn’t it! Alas, judge it by its size is not the way to go!” Gun Roswell
Up the hill, real real slow
Down the hill, like the hard wind blows
The little engine flows
In the midst of winter
Like a tough young sprinter
No snow will it hinder
Achieving its daily goal
Wrapping the sleet around the pole
Even patching up a few holes
The little engine really can
Soon everyone is a fan
And winter, well no one gives a damn
“Riding a bike, in snow, in the middle of winter? Are you nuts? No, thank you very much! (Picks a bike and goes for a ride).” Gun Roswell
Early morning
The nature scorning
Snow and hail pouring
What to do
Cannot loose
The time, need to choose
Digging deep into the pile of snow
With a shower and a brush in tow
Trying to find my salvation, going slow
Finally, reaching it
This is where it hid
Under layers of white powder, shit
Finally brushed and dusted
The ride from last year a little rusted
But still working, well maybe, a little busted
The pedals and saddle
Not up to par, I ride gently
At first, then speed, well tentatively
Up the snowy hill I push
Against the wind’s gush
I know I need to rush
Down the hill seems easy
But I am feeling queasy
After all the effort, I need some cool breezes
The goal so close I can taste it
I am pushing my poor bike to hit
That personal mark, I can win this
Oh, it wasn’t a competition per say
Just a raise against the elements and time on the way
But now I am here and willing to stay
Got my survival kit
My face is lit
And I have won, winter: eat it!
“It’s quite white on the outside, lots of snow having fallen, no end in sight, which really is no plight, rather an opportunity, for a snow day, to indoors remain, having some time off?” Gun Roswell
Soft snowflakes falling down to the ground
Like confetti thrown on a celebrating crowd
Covering everything in a white shroud
Looking like the skies fluffiest clouds
Enjoying the scenic vision feeling proud
Before the snowy blanket gets ploughed
“The wintery wonders right there on my windowsill, pretty little flakes forming all kinds of cool shapes“ Gun Roswell
The cold weather had made its point, the rain from before turned into snow and hale, and then freezing onto the windowsill, creating tiny stars of ice, looking very nice. And of course they do as they are made to look like tiny stars, glittering and blinking in the cold winter’s early morning sun light ever so bright, making the onlooker smile.
Beautiful things the nature will spin, weather wise, no matter rain, snow or ice, there will always be something totally pretty left behind, right there on the windowsill for the casual viewer to look at, and that is a matter of fact, even if the lack of warm weather might cause some chills for the patrons of the nature kind of art.
But no matter the weather, there is really something so very special about the cold and the icy sparks attached tote surface of the window, as they will not there too long hold, so keep on admiring the view reserved only for a few moments in time until the chime of warmer weather starts to rise and then they are gone for good.
“Sometimes up is down, often times though, down is up, especially when falling off a really fast going sleigh. Alas, getting up and back on the track, the fun to be had when going fast down the hill.” Gun Roswell
When ever there is snow on the ground
And a small mountain or a molehill found
The kids will arrive in flocks
Dragging their sleighs to the top
“Mommy, mommy, look at me!
Look how fast I am going!
Oops, look, there’s a tree!”
<Crash, bang, boing>
“Mommy, mommy, look no teeth!”
The kid only laughingly stated
As back up hill he ventured
If only to once more ride
Before getting his dentures
“How can you really enjoy the seaside smack in the middle of winter? I mean, you have to be a tad gaga in the ole head to sit there, in the freezing snow, by the frozen waters in the windy and rather cold weather even if the sun just might be shining? Or do you know something we mere mortals don’t?” Gun Roswell
Looking for my favourite spot
The one I prefer for break times
Buried under snow it seems
Workings of a wintry plot!
Snow aside,
I really don’t mind
Sitting down for a few
Enjoying the silent view
Before the evening
Sun sets
“Something borrowed, something blue, at least, when frozen through and through. The workers on the outside, out there in nature during those dark and harsh winter hours, certainly earn the respect from all of us sitting cozily inside sipping our hot drinks feeling warm and sleepy.” Gun Roswell
When you are in trouble
And it’s snowing full throttle
No need to struggle
Just call on the double
Mr Plow
Here is how
Feel the wow
Before you raise
An eyebrow
All gone is
The snow
Mr Plow
“It might be Friday and a sun filled day, but it’s still in the middle of a very cold and harsh winter, but perhaps, the seaside frozen, beckons for some sporty activities chosen for the occasion?” Gun Roswell
A snowy sunny day
In the land far far away
Up North, let us pray!
Children came out to play
Even adults came forth
After all
What else is there to say
Because yet another
Fabulous and sunny Friday
Has found its way
No matter winter or not
The people,
Where there it to slay!
“They still grow, not as strong as before, yet continuing to hang on despite the harshness of winter. Perhaps even raising their middle fingers to the freezing cold.” Gun Roswell
Living, breathing, growing
Even if it is still snowing
Bending not breaking
Sometimes shaking
But soon it will be warm
After the cold and storm
“You can track those gone before, having carved a path in the fallen snow. At least in the early morning winter hours, when the snow showers have subsided. Only hoping they are leading where you want to go.” Gun Roswell
Barely visible imprints in the snow
Leaving behind, a soft glow
Only to be trying to follow the flow
With a pace certainly set to slow
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