Flaky flakes, on the windowsill remain

Posted on January 14, 2025 by Gun Roswell

“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.

Frozen Flakes of the Lake

Posted on January 13, 2024 by Gun Roswell

“The frosted glass, simply stained by the flakes frozen when the temperature plummeted” Gun Roswell

Frozen Flakes of the Lake

The artwork made by a winter’s storm onto the glass of the window quite worn

It wasn’t even that cold outside, but those flash frozen flakes, which during the night fell

Were plastered onto the surface, while the snow fall was trying to find purchase

And so, forming the most gorgeous art in the form of the various shapes

Only lasting there for a moment, the while the temperature remains under zero

And so, doing my best, in trying to preserve all of this, fading art before

They all start to melt away

Frozen Flakes

Posted on January 11, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“The frosted glass, simply stained by the flakes frozen when the temperature plummeted” Gun Roswell

Frozen Flakes

The artwork made by a winter’s storm onto the glass of the window quite worn

It wasn’t even that cold outside, but those flash frozen flakes, which during the night fell

Were plastered onto the surface, while the snow fall was trying to find purchase

And so, forming the most gorgeous art in the form of the various shapes

Only lasting there for a moment, the while the temperature remains under zero

And so, doing my best, in trying to preserve all of this, fading art before

They all start to melt away

Falling Flakes

Posted on May 12, 2022 by Gun Roswell

“The snow is still falling, even if the spring is dawning, surprising, in a way“ Gun Roswell

Falling Flakes

The snowy soft flakes are falling once again

Some might say, they were a heaven’s sent

Then again, they are not totally wrong

As the winter around here, is still quite strong

And there is totally something wrong

With those weather gods up and above

Heaven or not, this winter needs to stop

As the spring already so much delayed

As some of us really can not wait

For the warmer days to winter slay

Because all this seems to be becoming more of a joke

The winter weather keeping us and nature in a hold choke

Not so great, then again, some say

That all good things come to those who wait

Well, we shall see, as all this back and forth none please

But perhaps, it is better just to relax and accept

The simple fact that life as we know it has changed

So many things are not like they used to be

And maybe, just maybe it could be a good thing

But before we all start to celebrate and dance and sing

Maybe think about the reasons behind the whole thing?

Sprinkles of snow

Posted on February 4, 2022 by Gun Roswell

“The snow slowly falls, everywhere though, sprinkling small sparkles of dusty looking particles all around and everywhere, not one place uncovered by this phenomena of winter“ Gun Roswell

Sprinkles of snow

The weather playing tricks on the onlooker, standing safely in the window looking outside from the comfort of the warm inside as the soft white flakes prancing and dancing about in the cold of the winter’s air, looking like small fairies bouncing back and forth, before they settle gently onto the surfaces they have chosen as their resting place.

None of the creations of nature safe from the snow filled cheer, as the plot thickens while the flakes keep on playing their game of song and dance, before taking their place in the world wide blanket of white, making the onlooker smile as the outcome of this play displayed from the large window’s view, is quite pretty and cool.

As there is no rush to go outside, even if the newly formed cover would so like, either walking or skiing or perhaps a snow angel to be making, still, the onlooker remains inside, as it is actually, despite being pretty, way too cold and crispy, to even consider the odd stroll out there. So for now, the spectacle will be, looked at but not touched, at least, for now.

Snowflakes on a Friday

Posted on February 7, 2020 by Gun Roswell

“…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”

Snowflakes on a Friday

Snowflakes
In various shapes
A winter makes
Like icing on the cake
Covering the lakes
When it snows
There are no breaks
Just more and more
Snowflakes