The tall shadows of winter

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“The tall shadows of a low hanging sun in the winter time look gorgeous, but scary too”
Gun Roswell 

The tall shadows of winter

First snow fell, heavily onto big piles, all over, the grey ground
Not one single spot of dirt, or other matter, was there, to be found
And as the sun started shining, on one slow afternoon leaving
Tall shadows across the snow in its wake, making shiny sparkles
Like tiny little diamonds, so gorgeous, that all those of us looking
At them, could for a fading moment enjoy the captivating spell
Of this one and bright winters day, after the long and cruel darkness
Broken if only for a tiny fraction of time, and then feeling fine
Almost divine, until it was once again, completely, and totally dark
But even after the bright sun was gone, remaining only, was
That one and hopeful spark, that one day soon, after the moon
Had gone to sleep, the sun would come back, and then maybe, stay
Forever, and then all of us dwellers could spend all of their days
Counting the newly formed, and various kind of shapely shadows
Sometimes tall, more often times short, but the hope of the light
No matter if it was shining bright, was in their own hearts, forever

Peekaboo, through the wintery view

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“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell

Peekaboo, through the wintery view

A forestry type setting
As the son slowly letting
The change of something
Quite new and alluring
White and crispy clean
Still untouched not seen
The view from behind
The trees to a divine
Setting from a fairytale
Which is not for sale
And lasting only for a while
And then it’s gone with a cry
But even if you manage somehow
To capture the image right no
You can see much more
Than any picture has in store
A moment of perfection
Fleeting by to a direction
New and most likely fine

Cross the frozen stream to get to the other side

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“The weather had finally turned from the dreary damp darkness of the fall to the long over due and now perfect crisp frozen calm of the winter’s balm” Gun Roswell

Cross the frozen stream to get to the other side

The day emerging from beyond the moon and the stars, not quite the warm and expected as the day before, rather the cold and calm and frozen air, beating the face now in despair as as soon as door to the outside is opened, but that is no reason to stop hoping, that despite the snippy feel of the outdoors, something nice and gorgeous waits there to be explored, out there in the snow filled forest.

But, the first step to conquer before getting too the actual price, and to the something wonderful and nice, is to cross the river wide, which was only yesterday flowing wild with pride. But a nice surprise waited the traveller when reaching the site, as the flowing waters no longer taunting and snide, as all of it was now frozen to a solid surface, the wonders of this season and from Mother Nature, not a hater of any wanderer ready to make their way to the wintery scene, to admire the newly made formations of snow and ice, the sculpture like features and other kinds of creatures now roaming about the winter’s palace just beyond the frozen stream, for the travellers daring at reach. 

A buggy ride in the wintry forest

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“A horse, a carriage, some snow, a few trees, the road ahead free, certainly a concoction for a fun filled glee”

A buggy ride in the wintry forest

The snowed in forest, in the early morning hours, was a place for not a first choice visit, as the snow covered roads leading to the fields, were a chore, even for a four wheeler, let alone a short kind of bi-pedestrian being. The prospect of getting stuck or buried, in the piles and piles of cold snow which was slowly but surely filling all the land only yesterday seemingly covered with sand, as of now the white crisp blanket of winter had been lain upon all.

Then a soft whinny sounded from the barn just outside, and the lamp above the biped’s head, lit up like the decorated xmas shed, indicating an idea had formed, and perhaps the road ahead, could be more easily thread, in a carriage by a horse led. After all, it was the perfect weather for an excursion out to the wilderness, or at least to the nearby fields, and perhaps have a wintry picnic out there in the cold. 

So feeling bold, packing up a basket and bundling up in warm clothes, taking out the buggy and the four legged equine, the ride ready for the day, hopping in the horse driven sleigh and out there driving, destination not so minding, after all, this was done on the whim, and the snowy rim, simply beckoning for a deep dive in.

Footfalls in the snow

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“Tuesdays come and go, but they are no foe of mine” Gun Roswell

Footfalls in the snow

Imprinting the freshly fallen snow
Left behind in a soft glow
Trying hard to follow the flow
But with a pace set as slow

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A hidden cabin in the wintery woods

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“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

First snow fall in Autumn 

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“It’s that season again we have dreaded all autumn long, you know, the one when snow starts to fall” Gun Roswell 

First snow fall in Autumn 

The early morning hours, feeling sleepless and restless, so sneaking a peek, through the curtains thick, which were designed to make me sleep, but tonight we’re working not. Spying the very horrors hoped to have been able to be avoiding this year around, alas the dreaded weather gods, in their very wisdom had decided, the overwhelming warmth of summer now passed were throwing some cold kind of shade onto our paths. As what did I with my own two eyes in the middle of the night spy, but severe snow fall, the ground now covered in the supposed fluffy white! I was so shocked and surprised I could not even cry, as if having been thrown from one deep end to the other without any kind of breath, all the air left to breathe now gone, as the shock of it way too strong. Yeah, I know it’s just weather, just the thing to perhaps expect during this season, but as theses days it seems, to always be the extreme of this and that and unusual high or low, then yeah, guess my shock was not that surprisingly strong?

In the middle of a snow stormy night 

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“Standing in a snow storm in the middle of the night, even if the ground is so totally shiny white, there is no way to find a way home, tonight” Gun Roswell 

In the middle of a snow stormy night 

The snow all around me, it is all I can see, as even the familiar home street, looks so strange to me. Navigation all but gone, but I have to stay strong, so not to steer wrong, as all the bright whiteness around me, is causing havoc on my senses, and I feel helpless as I am not able to see ahead, even in this supposed brightness. The coldness seething through my clothing, despite the thermal folding, but to hope I am holding, trying to figure out away, to get back on track and be on my way, back home. But feelings of all alone, in the snowy dessert, I am getting less and less confident in my own abilities, and near by there are no facilities, to have a respite, while waiting for the bulk of it, to pass by. As he storm keeps on, I wander further away, fatigue coming on and then, I know the drain of the effort is too much and Roth that last thought, I stumble down to the ground. Tired, cold and shell shocked, I close my eyes and remain lying on the very place I dropped. It could not be stopped and as I freeze, close to death, seemingly nothing left, I see it, the sign, slightly buried, but mostly fine. The address I had been looking for, is under the snow stored and with my last strength I push up to full length and start walking again, towards the direction the sign states. With only the hope on my side, in the middle of the open white and wide, I know I can finally find my way back, home, even if it may take a while too long. Thinking as I move slowly, damn the storm, for I, am still, strong. 

Sprouts from the snowy shadows 

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“Against all the odds, these sprouts of spring, keep popping up from the snow“ Gun Roswell 

Sprouts from the snowy shadows 

So, it was supposed to be already spring, and all them flowery types were supposed the summery songs to sing, as it is, that time of the year, when the freezing fear, should have been completely and totally over. Alas, the weather gods, did not agree, and so now, you see, a lot of snow and freezing below the zero types of things are still happening. What a bummer for those of us, who had awaited and expected so much, as the calendar page turned to this phase in time, slowly, but surely indicating something better was on the way than this bland snowy dismay.

But there are a few tiny sprouts out there, who are completely and utterly crappening, on what ever the deities or rather keepers of the changing climates are doing. As these small hopes of spring time, are coming out in full force from the frozen floors of nature. Popping up from all kinds of places, refusing to remain in stasis and much to all our warm weather loving types, they are slowly but surely coming alive and that is making us smile and forgetting the vile and freezing winds, which still out there are trying to encourage both us and those sprouts and that is a reason to shout out loud:

“Spring time for us all, winter soon will fall!  Yippee Ki Yay or some similar fun type of a word!!!”

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“Oh, this winter, seemingly never ends. It just keeps going and going and going, like an energizer bunny!“ Gun Roswell

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The peace and calm finally descended, after all the worst snowstorms subsided. A gorgeous view covered all of the land, like it was some kind of master plan of Mother Nature, devised not out of hatred, but for the caring of our senses. And as we really had lost almost all outer defenses before the calming tones, this vision of piece, was really nice to see. Especially after the long, hard and freezing cold months of forever seemed.

The glittering trees, as far as the dyes can see. The forest and all the land, secure in a glistening white blanket, the fields and roads flanking, on the sides all of it in the same pretty white smile. This is the way, winter wants us to remember it, nice and crisp and clean, the way to be seen in our memories. As before taking its leave, in turn of the spring and summer time warm and colour full, even if some might think it dull.

And so, no matter hate or love it, you know you will still kiss it, after this winter is gone and the warm weather in storms. And especially then, when it’s time to complain about how it is really too hot and why not, be winter already! Then you’ll know, maybe it wasn’t all that bad after all and then you will start looking forward to fall and the beginning, of a new winter, even if it might cause a few splinters along the way.