Sunshine and Snow, with a Touch of Grey

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“The sun will shine, even in the midst of the divide, the snow storm long since gone, until it is back again“ Gun Roswell

Sunshine and Snow, with a Touch of Grey

The endless blue skies emerged from behind the greyish curtain of snow

The cold weather, the below freezing temperatures never disturbing the above

But, as the world turns, the bad following the good

Great weather, a touch of light, will not undo the strife

The grey soon to follow the calming blues

As the storm front will hit the those most pleasant hues

Soon enough the dull and dreary will be the way 

Noting close by to save the darkened days

Winter, the annoying splinter, milking on each and every dime

As the rest of us only waiting for summer biding our time

Moonrise in the blue skies

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“The moon is on the rising, even if it is just afternoon, well, never mind, I am still smiling“ Gun Roswell

Moonrise in the blue skies

Playing peekaboo and hide and seek up there in the high skies, the moon was ready to rise even if the sun was still nowhere near its setting. But the moon did not mind, to share the space with one of its kind even if it was less brighter and much smaller than the big sister the sun. And even if it had been fun, running around circles in the great heavens, having hidden and peeking out every once in a while, certainly causing a huge big smile on the faces of those onlookers who had spotted the small size planetary object hovering there above them. Still, enjoying the sunshine, at least for a while longer as the time for the night was still beyond the horizon, the day dwellers, would soon turn into night time watchers, only waiting for the smaller kind to take its position up there in the high skies, even if for now, it was the time of the sun to shine and then, make a spectacle while setting for the night, but nothing compared the pale light of the moon, once it had taken its place in the night sky high above all else.

Blue with fluffy

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“Floating on fluff” Gun Roswell

Blue with fluffy

Skies in blue with fluffy
Clouds so soft you want to run
Your fingers gently through them

Neighbourhood (four)

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“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus

Neighbourhood

Stacked

Neatly, bundled together
Protected, from any weather
From January to December
Different, but similar
Just like, birds of a feather

Neighbourhood (six)

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“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus

Neighbourhood

Vintage

They call me vintage
They call me old school
My condition may not be minted
But my owner considers me a jewel

Neighbourhood (five)

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“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus

Neighbourhood

Three

Just the three of us
Causing no fuss
Hanging together
To each other tethered
Yellow, with a touch of white
Pretty, in sunshine’s bright

Neighbourhood (one)

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“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus

Neighbourhood

Branching Out

With the warmth they will sprout
Growing their tentacled snouts
It is the time,
The time, for branching out

Neighbourhood (three)

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“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus

Neighbourhood

Sign of the Times

It was the sign, of the times
Peeing, surely a major crime
Just be careful, while lifting that leg
You may be fined

Neighbourhood (two)

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“Tomorrow morning before we depart,
I intend to land and see what can be found in the neighborhood”
Christopher Columbus

Neighbourhood

Long Journey

The longest journey,
Starts, with a single step…
But the caterpillar, is not in a hurry
Taking its time in the human web

Yell it on the Mountain (five)

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“It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out;
it’s the grain of sand in your shoe”
Robert W. Service 

Yell it on the Mountain

A picturesque scenery
Real postcard material
Awaiting most eagerly
So immortalize this miracle