Frozen branches

“The nature has painted the branches of the trees with a white crystal like substance, something these mere mortals call as “snow”” Gun Roswell


The early morning snow showers, had painted patterns all over the place, frozen for a short moment in the cold weather, the icicles of the flowery flakes glistening in the morning sun, looking like much fun, at least, when staring from the window, from the warmth of the inside. But those who dare outside, in the world now rather cold and crispy, perhaps taken some sort of recording device with them, whether a mechanical one, or a simple pen and paper setup, they might just be able to capture the most gorgeous scene, right out of a fantasy book, as the look, is pretty much out there, from the mind of the creator, Mother Nature, rewarding us with this sight. And after the day is done, those patterns would have turned, to something else as more snow and ice would have burned on top of the original ones. So, perhaps todays display, will be even the more tomorrow, who knows? The point being, keep an interest in the surroundings as you can never know what interesting things you might just be finding out there.

Winter is art?


“There is a lot of spontaneous art happening during the winter time, with the freezing and melting and ice and snow“ Gun Roswell

The warmer temperatures came and went and the freezing process started again, raising havoc on the side walks of all things, people falling down and breaking their legs, arms and hips.

But if there is one great thing about this back and forth of the weather in the winter time, is at least the quick freezing of the nature kind.

As if by surprise, the sprouts were coming alive one moment due to the sun shine, and then, over night, with the plummeting temperatures, they were flash frozen in time to be persevered for at least, until the next time the gods controlling the climate would change their minds and bring on warmer breezes and doing the unfreezing of the gorgeous pieces of art work as provided by nature’s creatures.

But until the warm front hits the lands once again, let’s just go out there and admire the splendours and free art, much of it quite smart, perhaps snap a few photos in the process and write some fancy poetry or whatever words on the paper, for the rest of the world to admire at least in bits and bytes.

Snow’s frozen blanket

“It certainly looks a lot like winter, nothing but snow, snow and then some across the land.” Gun Roswell

The total brightness surrounding
As snowy blankets cover all
I am feeling my heart pounding
Cannot help but feeling so very small
The world seemingly wider
With nothing else, but snow as a divider

Frosted as the Forest is

“It’s snow, but it looks like something straight out of a fairytale or then, something someone just baked?” Gun Roswell

The snow was slowly floating
The trees with a powdery white cloaking
Like a sugar candy coating
As Mother Nature watched gloating

“Look how pretty I made it!
I don’t care one shit,
If the humans don’t see the fit.

It’s pretty and clean,
Most gorgeous thing they ever seen!

So what if it is freezing cold
And the ever rising wind blows!
Better suck it and enjoy,
For this, is my utter ploy!”

And so the little minions of Earth
Went forth in both fear or mirth
After all, how long could it be before the birth
Of summer

Winter, has landed over suburban land

“It’s that time again, winter! Lasting for the next, say six or more months! Not fun!!!” Gun Roswell

Cold, quite white and certainly monochrome
Nature silent under the newly made snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
(at least sometimes it does)
And that beauty, will bring you to an awe

The winter time has arrived

“For those enjoying winter? Well, guess there is only one thing to say: good luck!” Gun Roswell

Buried deep in the newly fallen snow
When the hard winds had during the night blown
Life now going very slow
As time quicker will not flow
As this is the winter time for us all
Wanna go quicker?
Tough luck but sorry, no!
Then all you can say is:
“Doh!”

Tracks in the early morning sun

“Thy were made by something or someone, perhaps an animal or then, maybe, someone visiting from a far away land, perhaps even not of this Earth?” Gun Roswell

Early morning after a heavy snowfall
The snowy blanket filled with footfalls
The early birds got up for skiing?
And down the snowy road now fleeing?
Or other kinds of unknown beings
Making themselves known?

It’s snowing again!

“Again with this thing? Can’t it go away already? Winter, please, exit to the left, and let spring arrive!” Gun Roswell


It’s snowing again!

Oh winter, oh winter
Please go away
As I don’t think I am bitter
But to be honest
I wish you to be gone-st
I really loved you at first
Now I am dying of thirst
Of a summer that is
The warm and colours
All them flowery odours
So hear me plead
And be gone!
Please!

An Uphill Battle


“Trying to pedal up the hill in a snow storm??? Fun, right!” Gun Roswell

uphill-battle

An Uphill Battle

Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently up the hill
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life spent in a chill
(At least in winter!)

Something about… snow?

“Snow, snow, snow and then some” Gun Roswell 


Something about… snow?

Trees,
Without leaves
Pines,
Without vines
Snow
An equalizer