“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
A few, then two, then, only one
It started with a still quite a few
But then, there were only two
Until, finally remaining
A single, solemn one
Nothing was there, to be done
For the harsh time of Winter
Had finally, to this place, come
“Harbour life, don’t think twice, just come on down, it’s really very nice” Gun Roswell
Harbour living
Rent or buy a small boat
Just make sure it will on the surface float
Then adjust and decorate the tiny cabin
Never mind the little things lacking
Take the vessel out to the wide open sea
All and everything try to see
And when the day has come to an end
Head the boat to the harbour again
The evening with new friends then spend
And when it’s time, lay yourself in the cabin to some good rest
Before the new morning beckons on an other adventure again
“The snows frozen cover, has finally descended” Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 5
Frozen are the leaves in the tallest trees
A thick layer of snow covering the immobile objects seized
by the power of nature, all of the life remains still
And today, not even the sound of wind
disturbs the scenery of the well made art work
Prepared as the Winter season perk
For us mere humans to be in awe and to enjoy
The ultimate hoax, the ultimate ploy
For us to venture into the great outdoors
Even if the heavy wind us right in the face blows
“Hidden, behind the trees and under the freshly fallen snow, a place of rest “ Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 4
The small house in the middle of thick forest
A place to go when the need to unwind and rest
Gets too strong after the multitude of seasonal parties
So, before you totally let your heart sink
Pack a small bag with only the necessities
And remember, time is never the essence here
When through the tiny door enter
All your troubles and worries at the threshold center
Only the good things in there are allowed
Not even cussing or whining permitted aloud
Spend your days with solemn contemplation
Or with a good book for hours on end without fear of damnation
This, is the place of peace and rest
And when inside the house you have done your very best
Pull up a pair of skis or skates
And take yourself outside to the fresh air or even the frozen lake
Enjoy what Mother Nature has to offer
And maybe you too will live longer and prosper
“The fresh footfalls in the snow in the early morning before the wind blows”
Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 3
Just after the early morning sunrise
Awaiting, behind tight closed blinds
A seasonal and unexpected surprise
During the long dark night
Something soft, bright and white
Onto the bare ground fallen from the skies
Shrieking our of happiness and utter joy
Up out and about the rare weather to finally enjoy
Putting on snow shoes and out in to the cold to venture
For today, is the day of that long awaited great adventure
Winter had finally full filled its promise
Pouring all the fluffy soft powder to each and every crevice
Now nothing more perfect than clear blue skies and sun
So what if we play hooky and get one day of fun!
“Frozen is the water across the lake, yeah so walk on it, it may or may not break!” Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 2
The forest quiet and oh so very still
Nothing head except my footfalls drill
Deep into the frozen snow surface
As in deeper I venture without prejudiced
My breathing getting heavier
As is the cold surrounding weather
No time for thinking or even stopping
To admire the views up popping
I am on a secret mission
And it is to take a hike without intermission
In this winter wonderland of sorts
Before it all once again melts
“The frozen landscape is pretty, when looking from behind the window in a nice and warm place”
Gun Roswell
Winter Tales 1
When the temperatures hit below zero degrees
Celsius not the other kind though, then it all freezes
The cold seizing it all, soul, body and even the floor
If you stick your nose out the door
It will surely make you sneeze, because of all the cold
But there is a sense of adventure
If you into the great snowy white want to venture
Just remember to bundle yourself up
In warm clothing, all way to the nose stuck
Grab a pair of old school skis
And into the great wide open you’ll leave
Don’t forget the apparatus for snapping memories
Those will last way beyond, when the winter soon enough flees
For with this type of warming on the loose
You might be stumbling into water filled with geese
“That time of the day, when the sun has almost set, and all that is left before darkness, is blue”
Gun Roswell
Blue Shadows
The blues cast their tall shadows
All across the snow covered meadows
The silence, so softly breaks
Nothing, no one stirs or even shakes
It is that moment of the short day
Which between light, and the darkness lays
That total moment for a short while stays
A moment of calm
A moment of one single colour
A moment of blue
And then, just like it never was
The darkness totally engulfs
The land, the sea and the skies
As night time, has descended and all over lies
“The ski tracks, in the freshly fallen snow, nothing lack, until the wind blows” Gun Roswell
Freshly made tracks in the snow
Early morning, just at dawn
Something odd, into the soft white ground fall
The flakes so thin, so delicate
In beauty they will nothing lack
But a deep cut into the very core
Will make the gorgeous blanket sore
As the devices made out of plastic
Cut deep into the delicate blanket
Leaving scars a while lasting
A shadowy darkness over the softness casting
Bleeding, without healing
Until the sky breaks into tears
And healing soft flakes
The opens wounds place takes
“The sunset of January, over the blooming fields; still thinking, it must be June” Gun Roswell
January Fields
When the sun emerged
After a long period of darkness
The nature was on its smartest
Thinking, since there was no snow
To let all them pretty flowers just grow
Confused they were
When they popped from their sphere
Finding warmth and light
Without any kind of fight
Against the cold and white cover
Which usually over them hovered
In this supposed month of Winter
When everything froze, even the splinters
But this time
The weather was just fine
And the setting sun in the sky
Provided them with enough of light
To keep growing stronger
As the days too kept getting longer
Maybe, Summer would be here soon
After all
Rantings Of A Third Kind 