“The sun never rising? The day dark as night? What is this place? Oh, it’s just Finland during winter times!” Gun Roswell
Darkness surrounding the morning suburbia
No worries, no hurries, no hysteria
Stepping out from the warmth of the bed
Tasks of a working day laid ahead
Moving along with the rising sun
Lots to do before the day is done
“There is always light at the end of the polar night” Gun Roswell
Light after the polar night
When, the total darkness descends
You’ll only thought, that there is no end
To the utter sad and soggy surrounding greyness
And, what ever happens during this time, you simply exist
The living reduced to much of a zombie like state
The cheerfulness gone, remaining only hate
For the light is completely gone
The sun and the moon, somewhere long
The cold weather a constant companion
But, there is no struggle left, as you learn to live with it
Calling it, pathetic, or a trait of the Nordic
Then, a flicker of hope, as a ray through it all pokes
The light, none too bright, but still, illiciting, a big smile
For a moment it stays, but leaving something in its wake
Maybe, there is light at the end of a long polar night, after all
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“And finally Winter, with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Snow Day
Still growing strong
After a very long
Cold and hard winter
“Ha, you said you were going to be the splinter
But we won this sprint eih!”
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“And finally Winter, with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Snow Day
The wind
But a whisper
In the winter’s shiver
When crossing
The frozen river
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“And finally Winter, with its bitin’, whinin’ wind,
and all the land will be mantled with snow”
Roy Bean
Snow Day
Huddled together
Without a tether
In this freezing weather
They are still glued
To each other
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“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne
Winter Memories for Daily Photo
Day Dreaming
For just a split second
The window view beckoned
Peeking between the shades
As the sun slowly cascaded
Soon enough the sky was grey
As the light had faded away
Possibly to be seen again
Tomorrow
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“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne
Winter Memories for Daily Photo
Polar Day
Blue day on Monday
Blue day on Tuesday
Blue day on Wednesday
Blue day on Thursday
Turquoise day on Friday…
See where I am going with this?
Oh, weekend, Thou art such a bliss
Why cannot it always be
Friday for me?
Blue day on Monday…
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“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne
Winter Memories for Daily Photo
Expectations
“Season’s Greetings”
Splayed across, a mundane postcard
The image looked more like
Something from my backyard
“Well, it is the season of dreaming,
So who am I the one of ill speaking!
Happy Holidays to one and all
Living in houses grand, or small!!
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“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne
Winter Memories for Daily Photo
Cold Path
A walk in the snow
Was going quite slow
Footfalls immediately covered
Where the cold wind blows
Those who sang
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”
Did probably never their nose blow
For, a runny breathing apparatus
Will soon bring up the stomach flatus
And this will bring a halt status
To your little afternoon practice
But never mind
Just trying to rewind
Out here in winter wonderland
Hoping not too freeze
Where I literally stand
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“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne
Winter Memories for Daily Photo
Night Wish
Wish, upon a star
The elves would bring
A big cookie jar
A reward up to par
Would be a tune played
On the guitar
Rantings Of A Third Kind 