“Two berries, both cherries, hanging from a branch, it’s not much, but it’s a start” Gun Roswell
There are two of them left, just there, hanging by themselves, after all the others have gone, eaten perhaps or thrown off by gusts too strong, the rest plucked by birds, just for the off chances of fun.
But the two of there remain, looking exactly the same, as in the very beginning, remaining still there even if the high rain came, the two keep on, the colour never changing, always the brightest of red.
Nobody even thinking of picking them off anymore, simply letting the two berries to stay put there, as if they should, the reason unknown, guess it’s just because the all want to keep the myth alive, at least for a while.
“The snow has descended onto the waters surface… yeah, it’s winter, so what did you expect?!” Gun Roswell
Snow and the seaside
The sea is now filled with frosted ice and white fluffy snow, no matter which way you look or try to go, the endlessness of it all, the monochromatic feel as far as the eyes an see, like it is there for eternity, but then something happens, a meltdown of sorts and it is all totally gone, at least for a while, before a new cold front hits the town again and again and it’s all back to the wintery normal, and without being too formal of a thing it is, bringing back that familiar cold frosted feel, which in it is simply great to reel in, at least for a moment longer than what really is the need, as it is so a permanent seed, that frosty cold of a thing which has been put inside, onto each and every single dweller of the coldest of north, and so what has been usually sought, is now brought back, without any kind of slack, and then without further thinking as to the whys, we are all giving our biggest and most heartfelt thanks.
“It might be snowing or then it rains, as nobody can really the winter weather explain“ Gun Roswell
Let it snow!
The weather outside might be quite the frightful, but hey as the song says, just keep up an open mind, then that forgotten smile you just might find, especially during the wintery season, as loving it over the summer is certainly no treason, and once the bad weather and darkness subsides, and the snow starts to gently onto the ground fall, it is almost a moment of time having stalled, as the world turns to a crispy clean surface and getting out there to play is most certainly not a burden.
So, let it snow by all means, even if it sometimes means, that you have the streets to keep clean, from the excess of the powdery stuff there piling up, but it’s all worth the hard work, as after the pavement is plowed, you can once again the others join, and recreate that fun you once found as a child all those years ago, while frolicking in the slippery and cold snow, but never mind, just dress up really warm and you are prepared to even take on the storm, so just let it snow, like it does in the old snow globe.
“It is so good to hide, we’ll, sometimes, especially during the hard winter times” Gun Roswell
A hidden cabin in the wintery woods
The snow had fallen during the dark night, still totally pristine as there was not a soul in sight The nature around the forest area, calm and silent, even the wood dwellers absolutely quiet The steps the outside taken, with the footfalls ever so light, in the surroundings now oh so bright The cabin small and absolutely cozy, the interior rather comfortable despite the lack of creature comforts But some of them still remained there, like electricity, running water and a few more of the affordables Still, their lack would not likely had been even that noticeable, as the ambiance was anything but predictable As all the beauty around the small cottage, more than made it up with all its beauty and dignity And to top those visions out and all around, the morning sun was up and shining very brightly Making the white blanket around covering most of the ground, glittering like the finest diamonds And so, the days spent in and around the rather hidden safe space in the middle of the forest Well who could have known to ask for a better place, where for a weekend, a week or a winter to stay and restfully the nights lay As no modern all inclusive house or dwelling, could beat this nice small villa in a competition, even if there was none to begin with
“The crispness in the air and frozen puddles of the mornings, the changing colours of nature, yes, Fall has arrived once again“ Gun Roswell
The harbour quiet and void of people, as the vessels of summer’s fun had been towed into the safety of the solemn docks, anticipating the changing of the seasons, as the cold air landed without too much of a reason, it was simply that time of the year.
The seagulls however did not seem to mind, flying their usual rounds, albeit there were no fishermen, either working or hobbyist returning from their trips, as all their ships, were permanently moored to the docks awaiting the upon coming winter time, when the waters freeze over and the snow starts to fall, after all, this is Autumn time, ie. Fall.
Feeling a tad on the off side as strolling down the piers empty now, the hustle and bustle of summer gone now, the silence descending on the place, at least until one more day of warmth hits the skies, a reminder of the time past, but just that one day of fun, before it will be gone, at least for a few months, when all this will be covered with snow and ice, until next summer.
“I may be an optimist, but I always pack my wellies”
Ode, to my very own Wellingtons
You beautiful lovelies My sweet red Wellingtons Luckily I wasn’t swayed By those tempting sandals I would have been betrayed When the rain came pouring down Hopeless without my crown Puddles all over the ground No safe harbour to be found Taking a small step Anticipating the get wet But to my surprise You saved my life!
“The red coloured bug looks mighty snug seated on the leaf” Gun Roswell
The red lady bug
In the middle of summer,, all kinds of loud hummers will fly you by But the one most likely candidate which will surely make you smile Is the one born in the bright red colour and a dozen dots on its back And that simple fact, makes this tiny bug, one of the most prettiest It’s not just out of a jest, that this red one wins the buggy contest Simply look at it, the perfection of its armoury, as it looks quite adoring A true winner of miss nature, being one of the prettiest of bug creatures So, giving the kudos and crown toggle one whom one the great title Even if it was simply sitting pretty, posing for the camera set on idle So, do salute the red clad lady bug, whenever you might her closely pass Sitting pretty on a flower or a long lush green leaf for the duration of summer And do hurry, as this pretty thing, can only be seen during the long months Of warmth and fun, May, June, July and August, maybe even longer Depending whether the weather might remain mildly warmer in the fall
“There is some kind of a flower on top of that roof over there, which looks kinda cool” Gun Roswell
The red flower on top of the roof
Sitting there quite pretty and aloof, that special kind of flower way up there on the high flying roof And I guess when you look at it, spending its time in the sun and sometimes even rain it is proof That nature really does survive, overcoming any kind of dilemmas and then they’ll totally thrive So, whether to worry about the pretty flowers out there, standing all alone in the heat or storm Don’t as they will make it just fine at least most of them, and the rest, well leave it to the worms As they will most likely use those as food or whatever else they might just do with the remains Still, after the storm clears, it’s all pretty soon enough again, the fields filled with flowers and all And yeah, that flows up there on the roof? Did it really make it through? All that bad weather? Yeah, it’s still there, standing ever so tall, and right beside it, a few of the same but in size small!