“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
New friends
A friend made out of wood
In the middle of the floor stood
Dressed only in a red cap
I could not help but stare at that
It did not say much to me
As I stated hello, you see
It is made of material other
Than myself were
But that was just fine
Sometimes silence is divine
And then, sharing a cup of coffee
With a small biscotti
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
Moonlight sky
The pale sky in the morning
At the time of everyone yawning
The moon popped up for a try
Taking it’s chances against the sun
Maybe, today, it could shine
All day long against the blue skies
Only fluffy clouds to dive behind
No sun could be heard or seen
But alas, the light was still bright
The moon did it’s job well today
And now it can until the ever stay
Even past the night
It can shine ever so bright
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
Misty morning
Before the sun is rising
Before anyone else is walking
Before people are even talking
Before I could start hawking
The suburbia is still sleeping
The misty moist is seeping
In to the slowness of the morning
And today, there may be no dawning
Like any other day in November
Be prepared for all kinds of weather
Maybe the sun will shine later on
But before that, you gotta be strong
Posted in Throwback Thursday
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”
Charles Dickens
Contrasts
Enjoyed the fall
On many a stroll
At the door
Winter is knocking
With white
Everything blocking
Posted in Daily Photo
“Oh Winter, so,
you decided to enter our lives once again?!”
Gun Roswell
Second Snow Fell
The prettiest of them all
Is a surprise snow fall
When pristine snow flakes
The dark earth shakes
For a moment all covered in white
Even the darkest of nights
Shines a wanderer’s path so bright
She cannot help, but smile
This nature’s artistic delight
Here to last, at least for a short while
Snow in November
Will soon return to the sender
And all the wonder and splendour
Will be replaced, with rain none too tender
Related posts: First Snow Fell
Posted in Seat Sunday
“Because
it’s a seat”
Old Town Seats
Sit down
Have a rest
In the old town
No need for stress
continued in part two
Posted in Seat Sunday
“Because
it’s a seat”
Old Town Seats
Close your eyes
Let the millenia
Take you down
The memory lane
Posted in Seat Sunday
“Because
it’s a seat”
Old Town Seats
The history
Of this city
In one glance
Fall into a trance
continued in part three
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same”
Carlos Santana
November Sunrise
The cold ice, reflected
Now, completely neglected
When the rays of sun, objected
Into, my consciousness
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“There’s never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same”
Carlos Santana
November Sunrise
The sun none too high
In the early morning
Of the November sky
Rantings Of A Third Kind 