“The silence has descended upon nature this winter” Gun Roswell
The Forest covered in Snow
Forest filled with snow
Branches hanging low
Life still or very slow
It’s winter; Hello!?
The Forest covered in Snow
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Frozen in time and space
“The snow always falls when you are not looking, at least it seems that way, especially when you standing there waiting with a shovel!” Gun Roswell
Frozen in time and space
The snow, does not wait for anyone, rather falls where it may, especially when the weather is too cold for rain or sleet so, without the heat, all of it, landing wherever it may, will freeze, thus laying a protective cover, all over the place. And if you are lucky enough to get a sunny day in your zone, then those frozen particles of snow, will most certainly get to shine and glow in the warm but cold sun shine all day, or rather short day long up in the North.
So, whether you are a fan of the winter, the cold and harsh environment, where all is frozen and covered with snow, then this season will most likely be treating you with all kinds of nice. But if you are a total hater of the cold and cannot stand to even look outside, well, maybe just take one small peak, because no matter hater of lover, this snowy treat of a cover, where the whole place looks like it is frozen in time, will certainly give you a small smile.
Winter’s Branches
“They are frozen, solid, preserved and intact, until spring.” Gun Roswell
Winter’s Branches
Just yesterday, the leaves were hanging there, living, breathing, drinking in the water from the rain having fallen from the open skies, waving gently in the winds, as if nothing would disturb them.
Then, overnight, the temperatures plummeted, and without so much as a warning, the leaves of the threes, froze, mid life, without a strife, simply hanging there in suspended animation, in whatever position they had been, when the extreme wheaten stormed in.
Pretty, they are, even from a far, the hanging jewels of sorts of the tree, covered by snow and ice, looking quite nice, but inside there, is life waiting to pounce forward at the first sign of spring.
Centipede of the trees
“It looks like a bug, but it acts like a tree, tell me, what do you see?” Gun Roswell
Centipede of the trees
A monster in the deepest forest?
Something scary and perhaps a little horrid?
Nah, it’s just a tree, being rather modest
After all, it just might be related
To a long legged centipede
Look Up!!!
“You’ll never know what you may find hidden in the deepest of forests”
Gun Roswell
Look Up!!!
When in the forest of so very deep
You finally may find what you seek
Never miss a beat
Only remember to look up
But try not to stumble over a stump
Step onto the icy creek
“Winter has taken over the land, the water and the trees“ Gun Roswell
Step onto the icy creek
The fluffy white scene when stepping out the door, into the nature around, the forest soon to be found, the same stuff all over hanging like fluff, as if glued by tiny hands, each strand, sticking onto the surface where it did land.
Even the eternal running waters, the creek, just near the border, is frozen over, solid ice covering the once nice sound of music there would play, as the pouring liquids hit the small rocks and whatever else was on their way.
But no worries, slap on a pair, of skates if you prefer and then slide across the frozen surface, pretend you are a prince or princess or whatever else you may just want to be, as in this gorgeous sugary winter’s scene, you can be all those things.
Snow fall in the forrest
“Crispy and white, is the fluffy stuff, having fallen onto the tree branches at night” Gun Roswell
Snow fall in the forrest
The whole night before, had something special for the wanderer in store, with the powdery stuff now covering all, even the tree branch, hanging there softly by the edges, only to be taken off with a slight shake.
The transparent flakes, piling onto the others, not really knowing where one ended, but still it all looked so splendid, the softness hovering and covering it all, trees, bushes and fields and all.
It was a miracle done by nature, turning the grey and dull overnight into a picture perfect fairy tale like image, something reminiscent of a picture from a book, and so with a single look, trying to memories it all into the deep recess of the mind, to conjure up during a hot night of summer warm.
Frosted Blues
“That moment, when the blues hits, the same time of the day, when nature paints all the outside in the same colour as is the mental mood of the on out there, standing on display.” Gun Roswell
Frosted Blues
The mood reflected all around, from skies to the ground, the colour varied in hues, but it is, definitely, the Blues.
No matter the time of year, no matter, whether the sun was up there or simply the grey clouds spreading their shades of two.
It is always the same, at the exact moment of the day, when it all happens, out there, where no one dares to even imagine the why’s out of fear.
But those familiar with the colour, the many shades of it, no matter what they call it, it will go by one single name, the Blues.
Dare to embrace it, feel it, sing it, hang on to it for the moment when it hits, as in a split second, it will surround you and then, like it did hit, it will be gone as quick as that.
Trying to hang on to it, is never good, and why you really shout not, can be tough, but letting go, is the better choice, as the spell of it is luring, and the pain enduring while under the Blues, rewarding.
But it will never really be gone, as long as you are one with nature, so, without hatred, embrace the Blues and when the moment hits, live in it, but let go, and more strong will you be.
As the Blues is not something anyone should really own.
Something hidden in the woods
“There is something there, in the wintery woods, something, secret, something magical perhaps?” Gun Roswell
Something hidden in the woods
The magic of winter, the soft cover falling all over, hiding something precious beneath, something which those dwellers will want to seek, even if might simply be a fantasy, concocted by fairy tales of the very past, being told around the camp fires, mouth to mouth without any written records passed.
But as the snowy cover none too long will last, perhaps a day, a week or a month, the weather gods, always so unpredictable, those treasure seekers really need to move fast, if they want to find, whatever they might just be looking for.
It might be something totally unseen and even unheard of, or then, they find nothing, but whatever the case might just be, it does not really matter for these die hard treasure hunters, as the quest is the one thing which moves them forward, no matter if there really is no reward in the end.
Snow cover like sprinkled powder
“The snow fell upon the land, covering it all, with a white blanket, soft, but cold and well, guess that is all” Gun Roswell
Snow cover like sprinkled powder
The bluish hue when the night falls upon the land on the shores
The snow having softly made a landing, now covering it all
Not just the land though, but also the newly iced over waterfall
The sparkly waters only yesterday roaring with life
Now simply frozen by the temperatures plummeted over night
It’s a pretty sight though, no matter the cold
And for those, loving the winter activities, feeling bold
Can get out there with their skis, skates and whatever else daring
Because soon enough, it will get either too cold or too warm
To really enjoy the scenery and the soft and sparkling snow
So, getting up and out there, no matter if liking it or not
Just try to go with the flow and enjoy, well, the snow
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