“Winter’s art painted across the lands, stays on display, never bland, until it’s time to fade away” Gun Roswell
Winter cold and white but harmonious
Cold, white and monochrome
Nature silent under the snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
The beauty will bring you to an awe
“The time for sleep for nature is upon” Gun Roswell
Frozen in time for the Season
Frozen,
In space and time
Leaves,
In dozen a dime
“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
“The snow fell upon the land, covering it all, with a white blanket, soft, but cold and well, guess that is all” Gun Roswell
The snow cover, just 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
“There is so much snow out there right now, it seems to be of an endless supply and piles upon piles of the stuff gets everywhere!“ Gun Roswell
Fluffy snowy things out there of plenty
The snow just keeps on pouring down, sometimes souring and roaring, sometimes more calm. The piles upon piles are forming, all kinds of nice figures and things, for the onlooker to simply guess and imagine, what they are seeing. Sometimes they look like simple snow upon whatever surface they landed, but other times, forming all kinds of statuesque looking art works, as if someone had designed them just on the go for show.
But most of all, the small things outside on the window sill, are those ones most to admire as they look so totally delicate, that even daring to breathe close to them would cause them to collapse. The tiny flakes, separate but together in one place, are the fading art of the winter, delivered to us for this special time, only to fade away, when the spring returns, and before that time, a friendly reminder to just admire the art work, take a few snaps, before you work and be happy of the changing views of the day, as it could be much worse, or then again, maybe not.
“The winter is the cruelest season of them all, at least, that is the way it was described before” Gun Roswell
The cold hand of winter’s land
Everything deeply buried in the cold air and frozen snow and ice, which admittedly looks very nice, when not having to shovel the stuff or slip and break something off. But, the snow and ice is also a cover, a sort of a shelter against the cold weather, especially for the nature and the delicate seeds and those animals whom are deeply in their winter sleep. So, before going off and scolding all that snow and ice, which mostly, is not that nice for the human dweller, there is something good about this season as well, like the protectiveness to nature it gives. But also the pretty and gorgeous vistas of the snowy fields and forests, the statuesque contracts when a snow storm has passed and left behind all kinds of things looking artsy and nice. And of course, for those appreciating the ever changes scenery, us, the card carrying photo snappers never weary of getting ourselves out here and taking the perfect pic, this winter’s season will give a lot of slack, and you don’t even have to walk far, as it’s all there, even on the back yard. But, it’s pretty cold outside, most of the time in winter, so dress up warm to avoid the cold hand, of the dreary winter.
“There is nothing to riding a bike, in winter, on the snow, on ice… slippery slides ahead!“ Gun Roswell
The Snow and the Bike
The snowy ride on a bike, can be a strife, unless you have prepped properly, for the weathers ahead, the snow, the ice, the sleet, the frozen degrees, well, guess winter tires are just what you seek?
Then the ride smooth will be, unless, the road ahead, is frozen over several times and the tracks are filled with all kinds of rocky slime and grime?
Well, whatever the weather might just throw the bikers way, rest assured they will simply not care as biking is most certainly in their blood and well, peddling up and down?
“Sometimes snow falls, onto the tall branches out there in the forest, where it’s all quiet” Gun Roswell
Snow fall
The perks of winter, getting a new kind of wardrobe, at least over nature, covered all in the fluffy material, called snow, and just for show, it made its way all over and everywhere, not one single spot having been soared.
Deep in the forest, trees of the tallest too had their fair share of the snowy fall, together building a temporary but still solid wall, at least a visual one as it wasn’t impenetrable after all, simply there because and getting through becoming a sport of sorts.
Those athletic types skiing through them all, making more snow fall in their wake, but luckily the softness albeit cold and damp, never hurting those properly clad.
“The sun is shining, on a cold winter’s day, the people out running, leaving tracks in their wake.” Gun Roswell
Sun and the Winter
The longer day upon, the sun above oh so strong, as tracks to be laid, even if no one particularly for them paid, still, need to go and get out there, to do my share, skiing, walking, whatever the means, them tracks are gonna be laid out on the snowy ground with ease, as long as the snow is there and the weather below zero fares, and so heading towards the shores, to do my fair share of the chores, laying them damned tracks for sure.
“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.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 