The colours may be fading
The cold nights not aiding
The circle of life still a fact
Use camouflage to distract?
Winter knocking at the door
Trying hard to ignore
Yearn for life weighing more
Growing stronger than before
Tired of Mondays?
In keeping darkness at bay?
Light snow in the early morning hours
Maybe later some hail and rain showers
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday—-
It’s al the same?
A friend made out of wood
In the middle of the floor stood
Dressed only in a red cap
I could not help but stare at that
It did not say much to me
As I stated hello, you see
It is made of material other
Than myself were
But that was just fine
Sometimes silence is divine
And then, sharing a cup of coffee
With a small biscotti
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
The pale sky in the morning
At the time of everyone yawning
The moon popped up for a try
Taking it’s chances against the sun
Maybe, today, it could shine
All day long against the blue skies
Only fluffy clouds to dive behind
No sun could be heard or seen
But alas, the light was still bright
The moon did it’s job well today
And now it can until the ever stay
Even past the night
It can shine ever so bright
Fabulous Friday has arrived
Giving it a big high five day
Early morning, early rise
A gorgeous sunrise
The air cool and crisp
Leaves covered with frost
With the moon peaking out
Time to holler, time to shout
The nature dressed
With colours of red
Sunshine reflected
On each surface
The flaring colours
The autumn odours
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
Before the sun is rising
Before anyone else is walking
Before people are even talking
Before I could start hawking
The suburbia is still sleeping
The misty moist is seeping
In to the slowness of the morning
And today, there may be no dawning
Like any other day in November
Be prepared for all kinds of weather
Maybe the sun will shine later on
But before that, you gotta be strong
“The sun never rising? The day dark as night? What is this place? Oh, it’s just Finland during winter times!” Gun Roswell
Darkness surrounding the morning suburbia
No worries, no hurries, no hysteria
Stepping out from the warmth of the bed
Tasks of a working day laid ahead
Moving along with the rising sun
Lots to do before the day is done
Sometimes
When looking up
Into the skies
An odd phenomena
Catches your eyes
They say,
It’s called, “the sun”
Woke up this morning
To a weather not so boring
A big round shiny object
Was not something to be expected
Yes, it shone on for a few hours
Turned the faces off from sours
Now I say bye bye
While looking up into the sky
Hoping that tomorrow
Another shiny curve ball will throw!
Welcome to the dark side
We will take you on a joyride
Your mind we will divide…
OK, so it’s just a regular bench in the park, later that same day, when the sun was setting 😛
