“The elf is on the shelf again!” Gun Roswell
“Tonttu”
An elf is an elf
Of course of course
Not staying on the shelf
For sure, for sure
Come and join the circle
Even if you are a mere mortal
Tonight the elves are out
And about
The Elf
December has lights!
“December is a month of great expectations” Gun Roswell
The sun setting on this dark eve
And for a while it cannot be seen
Polar nights have taken the skies
As a hostage for a longer while
But even in the darkness
There is something which can impress
The holiday season around the corner
All them lights shining from top to floor
Seasonal Cheer
“Greetings to one and all, holiday and seasonal cheer in tow” Gun Roswell
When this season is upon us once again with the realest of feel
And it is the time when the home becomes filled with smells and kind of a cheer
Maybe even catch a glimpse of the grumpiest of neighbours with leer
It is the time with colours and lights so bright, the X-mas Eve is sure to be near
The colours and lights of green and red
Filling each corner of this small homestead
No time for sleep, just jump out of bed
And get out now the holiday spirits to spread
But if you are not feeling this thing at all
Never, mind, not everyone can have it all
Just try to be cool and then, just stand tall
And maybe, for a beer, head out to the nearest mall
Frosty is the Snowman!
It’s made out of snow, but has a nose and a bow, or a scarf, guess depending on the person having made the snowman up. Freezing cold outside, alas, never too cold for the bold snowman, standing there, in the yard.” Gun Roswell
Frosty the Snowman
Delivering the ultimate plan
For the holiday fan
From here to Milan
Doing the holiday can-can
Just because, he can
Elves and Angels on the Shelf
“Those mythical figures adorning our homes and perhaps lives, saviours and even spies? Alas, looking rather nice, at least, when staying on them shelves or wherever else they just might dwell.” Gun Roswell
Angels and elves,
Where do they dwell?
Filling the shelves perhaps
Putting on spells on us
Ringing the holiday bells maybe
Letting us know not to be lated
Of the seasonal celebrations
And so,
All is now well again
Wintery Window View
“The nightly view from the window, with the reflected hues of the lights, shining through the darkness, against the snow and star lit skies“ Gun Roswell
The night upon, no sleep for the weary, so what to do while trying to stay strong?
Perhaps take a peek through the closed curtains, maybe there is something new?
Gasp! Sigh. What the F..ye?
Does my own eyes lie?
All that snow!
Oh boy, and a loud Doh!
Too much, of anything, good or bad is not really a thing of which a song would be proper of to sing.
Even with the holiday season approaching fast, this, this thing, the white fluffy stuff…
It’s way too much!
At least at this time of year, and I fear, it will stay there for a moment too long.
And then, the spring months are upon and still, the snow and cold there remain.
Like the naughty and dirty large stain.
And whom of this all can we blame?
Ourselves I guess, for causing this overall change.
Snow Ahoy!
“So, it’s winter time again huh?” Gun Roswell
Down the Hill
Snowfall
Snow Mummies
Lights in the Window
Greece’s Waters
“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell
Clear blue, endless, cloudless skies, and cool, refreshing blue waters
Suitable, for us lowly peasants, and even, for the kings daughters
The ancient, mighty monuments, surrounded, by the crystals glittering
The many images of the castles, forts and other similar types, on the surface reflecting
Waterfalls, existing in a garden or even, carved by nature
A calming effect, is just the same, no matter which way you venture
When the night slowly falls, and the time, totally stalls
The birds are taking their final flight, before tucking in, for the darkening night
Here I am, sitting, contemplating, for a moment, by the turquoise pool
Now, slowly changing, into deep dark colours, by the eerie shadows
Playing, on the surface, finally daring in, for a nightly dive, in the liquid space
Refreshing, rejuvenating, before finally, falling, into deep sleep in this heavenly place
It’s Tuesday… only Tuesday?
“Sometimes it’s just a slow week is all, but then, it’s suddenly Sunday?” Gun Roswell
The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)
Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)
Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)
Blue is a Moment
“It’s okay to be blue, at least on Mondays, in November.” Gun Roswell
Sky, water and horizon
Even the distant island
Cannot resist the moment
The moment of blue
Rantings Of A Third Kind 