Winter Flashback (3)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

Winter Blues

I am again singing
The words just wining
As I go along
Hoping, wishing
That a very strong
Summer will appear
As I feel it was so near
Only to be taken away
Pushing me into dismay
Snow all over the place
Just hoping it long does not stay
For I was ready
For going steady
With a feeling of warmth
Long into the summer
But not it is all gone
In a wave of the wand
By the weather gods
What the fuck is wrong?
It is already May!
For god’s sake!

Winter Flashback (2)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

Behind the trees

Behind the trees
I can clearly see
A tiny cottage peaking
From behind the snow seeking
Someone to rent it
For the summertime legit
Even though it may appear
That May is here
But the snowy scenery
Tells a completely different story
But not to worry
The forecast is strong
All though it might be wrong
But the promise of spring
And summer to follow
Do you really think
It’s just a wish so hollow
You dare not frolic
Like it’s warm and sunny
Ain’t nothing funny
Running in shorts and flip flops
As even the hare hops
Over the spring of spring!

Winter Flashback (1)

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“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell

Winter Flashback

On the snowy tracks

The sun on my warming back
As I walk in someone else’s tracks
Through the icy winds of winter
Even though it’s springtime
As the snow returned with a vengeance
Making its final stance
Before melting away before summer
Leaving us all feeling the bummer
In our flip flops and shorts
But I also take my stand and snort
Hell has frozen over
But I can still see the clovers
Sunshine and blue skies
Even the tiniest of birds fly
As it is the month of May
And soon, the warm weather is here to stay
(Until July, when we most likely get another bout of snow!)

Winter Architecture

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“Snow versus the concrete, that’s really neat!” Gun Roswell

Winter Architecture

When a lot of snow poured
Onto the suburbian plateaus
The scene of the architecture
Changed the whole structure
Of the way people viewed
As everything looked brand new

But of course there were always those few
Who were quick to criticize without a preview
Retorting it was nothing but a hoax
Of the now gorgeous and pristine wintry cloak
Always the naysayers never enjoying life
Because it’s apparently more constructive to be with strife

Alas the others did not care
But strolled outside without scare
Standing in the streets and in awe stare
After all, for some, it was still fair
To enjoy life and all the changes there

Once in Winter

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“OK, but only this, one time!” Gun Roswell

Once in Winter

It only happens, once
Not twice, three times, but, once
Once, in this time, of winter

Packing them out from the closet
Waiting, non too eagerly for the next step
Putting those damned things on

Struggling with the boot
It seems, my socks, too many I did choose
Taking some off, shoe fits like a glove

Stepping outside
Into the snow inviting, snide!
A pair of wooden planks with two sticks await me

Securing all them hundred latches
Now, I need some tracks to catch
And off swooshing like a true Finn I finally am

Yes, I can, but still, this is not fun
Pardon the intended pun
Skiing is a pain, especially up the hill

Feeling the thrill though on my skin
When going fast down the hill
And after a few more strokes, I am finally done!

The once in a winter thing, accomplished
Now back inside to reward myself
With a hot beverage, with some alcohol, hopefully
This weather made me feel quite dully

Sad vs. Pretty

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“Contradictions during a twelve hour period” Gun Roswell

Sad vs. Pretty

How can a sour day
Turn your feelings to dismay
Easily; I should say!

Gloomy weather outside
There is no place to hide
Except, maybe in the inside

The view so dull and grey
I wish I could at home stay
Mind and body, starting to fade

After some time
I started feeling really fine
As I looked outside

The sun had come to play
Maybe, if I was lucky, to stay
Strolling into the streets quickly as I may

Finding the rays on my skin
So good it felt almost like a sin
Oh, sun, where the hell have you been?

Sleet and Snow

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“Ah, the ever changing weather, how lucky are we?” Gun Roswell

Sleet and Snow

It’s that time of the year again
When you’ll never can for tell
Whether the weather be fine or hell
Looking out the window is the best forecast
But do not always your own eyes trust
Bring all kind of gear with you
Maybe even choose an outfit or two
Just to be on the safe side of things
Because when you go out there, you won’t sing
Any hurrah’s or praises to the weather gods
-Those cloud busting arrogant sods!
Playing the fool with us mere mortals here below
Sending rain, hail, and yes, even more snow
And soon out the window go all ready made plans
Oh well, at least there is not too much sand! (for now!)

Snow Plow

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“When it snows it pours” Gun Roswell

Snow Plow

It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it
Especially since the snow storm hit
But on a pristine snowfall day
The snow pure white as it may
The view from the cockpit is quite charming
When moving forward and sometimes backing
Plowing away, clearing the roads
The outcome is great, even if the work is slow
Call it job security, from now until end of February
And if lucky, it will snow until June
Because the summer, it never comes too soon
Before you know it, it’s once again January!

Forest life

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“It’s winter and the forest is filled with snow, duh!” Gun Roswell

Forest life

In the early morning hours
Even before the snowy showers
As I walk through the frozen forest
Admiring the trees tallest
Cannot help but wonder what may
All kinds of secret marvels lay
Hidden from prying eyes
Under the white winter skies
And deep under ground
For no mere mortal to be found
Content to just admire the surface
I continue my walk through the snowy trees

Snowed In

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“It’s snowing, a lot!” Gun Roswell

Snowed In

Today, the snow fell, hard
Going outside, didn’t seem so smart
Even dressing up for the weather reminiscent of art
Opening the door, looking at the falling snow, pouring all over the inside floor
Trying to find a brush or shovel, before the snow inside turns into a puddle
Nothing to it, just some elbow grease and a lot of muscle
I really need to make it on the double and move with a quick hustle
And to beat the overwhelming weather
Trying not to get lost out there, so using a tether
Pushing, brushing, sneezing, pressing on, trying to stay ahead
But the elements keep fighting back in stead
More and more snow coming down
My face is not an upside frown, but one of a beaten clown
Removing all this pure white substance seems a moot point
And soon enough I am lost to the last joint

“Someone, please come and rescue me
For I am stuck in this frozen watery stuff, you see!”

Finally, giving up
Making my way through the trenches with a huff and puff
Cannot fight those damned weather gods
Today, is the day, you can say:
We are snowed in, hibernating, like frogs