Lines and Shadows

Posted on November 11, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“Something about stepping over the lines, alas, how can you avoid it?” Gun Roswell

Lines and Shadows

Lazy, hazy afternoon
Sitting, quietly, by the pool
Watching, the sun,
Painting shadows, all around
Every nook and cranny coming alive
Almost like sunlight, doing a cool jive
Nature and art, at its best
Me, with my camera, am just a guest
Recording all this beauty
As the lines and shadows, do their duty
Soon, the moments have passed
And the shadows else where are cast
But at least for now
I am glad I got the witness this, line of a show

Apples like poetry

Posted on September 16, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“An apple a day, well something something” Gun Roswell

Apples like poetry

Apples are not oranges
Apples do not like porridge
Apples are round and red
Apples are sometimes read

Apples like poetry
Apples doe you well
Apples keep your teeth clean
Apples are great

Apples may be sour
Apples may be green
Apples can be flowers
Apples can be sweet

Apples keep you healthy
Apples provide vitamins
Apples look good
Apples taste great

Apples are good
Apples are fruit
Apples, yes you should
Apples are poetry

Flash Frozen (meaning very quickly)

Posted on January 19, 2023 by Gun Roswell

“When the cold front hits, well, things get frozen solid.” Gun Roswell

Flash Frozen (meaning very quickly)

The problem or beauty of winter is, that when the temperatures plummet, the waters get frozen, no matter in the creek or on top of a dozen, the weather really never discriminates not for nature or human nor animal alike, they all freeze if no cover is applied

So, when you come upon a gorgeous display, of something frozen in their way, still life for the times, or at least, until the warm front hits again and melting process starts, revealing a living thing underneath all that ice, surviving the harsh coldness of winter, which is alway nice

Still Life in Winter

Posted on February 19, 2020 by Gun Roswell

“Life simple and quiet in the midst of winter, nothing moves or stirs, not even a splinter” Gun Roswell

Still Life in Winter

When the cold hits the air
And the tree branches are simply bare
The ground is the solid colour of grey or white
And all the effort has left the fight
You simply give in to the mood
To the calmness of the winter’s groove
Enjoying the monochromatic presence
Which has become, the current existence
But it’s all so very fine
Since this is a very special time
The winter, like any other season won’t long last
And soon enough, another kind of blast
Will fill the bodies and soul
Of us mere wondering fools