“Ride your bike, even in winter” Gun Roswell
Bike ride in winter
Down the slippery slop i go
Never ever wanting to go slow
They say follow the flow
But its a bit difficult in the snow
Riding on the icy roads ahead
Never knowing where the trails lead
But never trailing off from adventure
Even with a few benders and dentures
Summer winter spring or fall
My bike and i will never stall
Peddling away never stopping
Always on the road forward hoping
“It’s still snowing!”Gun Roswell
Snow will fall in winter
Another day in the winter time
As I looked from my window outside
The snow came a pouring again
Like it had done every single day
Maybe i had been delusional before
When thinking it would be sunny and bikini weather all year long
But shoveling snow
Until I was totally bored
Was not on my life’s agenda
When this world I decided to enter
It may look all gorgeous from behind the glass
Snapping images with panacea
But winter wonderland grows old really fast
And today i wish it to only on pictures to last
“Riding a bike, in snow, in the middle of winter?” Gun Roswell
Snow Ride on a Bike
Early morning
The nature scorning
Snow and hail pouring
What to do
Cannot loose
The time, need to choose
Digging deep into the pile of snow
With a shower and a brush in tow
Trying to find my salvation, going slow
Finally, reaching it
This is where it hid
Under layers of white powder, shit
Finally brushed and dusted
The ride from last year a little rusted
But still working, well maybe, a little busted
The pedals and saddle
Not up to par, I ride gently
At first, then speed, well tentatively
Up the snowy hill I push
Against the wind’s gush
I know I need to rush
Down the hill seems easy
But I am feeling queasy
After all the effort, I need some cool breezes
The goal so close I can taste it
I am pushing my poor bike to hit
That personal mark, I can win this
Oh, it wasn’t a competition per say
Just a raise against the elements and time on the way
But now I am here and willing to stay
Got my survival kit
My face is lit
And I have won, winter: eat it!
“Tiny little thing isn’t it!” Gun Roswell
Little Engine that could
Up the hill, real real slow
Down the hill, like the hard wind blows
The little engine flows
In the midst of winter
Like a tough young sprinter
No snow will it hinder
Achieving its daily goal
Wrapping the sleet around the pole
Even patching up a few holes
The little engine really can
Soon everyone is a fan
And winter, well no one gives a damn
“Winter really is a heartless bia-tch” Gun Roswell
Rain and Snow
Rain and snow together fell
Onto the frozen ground causing a spell
A cooled down liquid prefix
Of an icy mirror like surface
Where walking is impossible
And falling down most probable
But the beauty of it all still tempting
Maybe, for some ice skating
Rain and snow
Head to toe
Fell together in a row
Nature slow
But still in a flow
And boy, what a show!
“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours. ”
Office Life
“It’s snowing outside”
She loudly out cried
When through the window eyed
But then, with one quick stride
Without even a good-bye
And to everyone’s surprise
She was gone like a spy
Out into the great wild
Also known as the outside
“Sundays are the worst” Gun Roswell
Sunday, again!
Sunday has crept upon us again
It was just Friday a minute ago, then
This day turned up on the early morning clock
Without one single warning, we could not stop
The time from progressing further
No where to hide or turn there
Where we really wanted to go
Friday, and this time make it go slow
No more Sunday in the foreseeable future
This day, seems to be complete torture
A promise of silence and peace
A complete bliss and mind release
But what really happens on this day
Is the beginning of anxiety of the horrid Monday
When all freedom is ripped
And into the mundane rat race we are dipped
Where all hope goes to die
And our wings are clipped preventing us to fly
So why do I hate Sundays?
(Panic attack getting worse)
Because:
It’s the day next to Monday!!!
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Winter Moon
Early winter morning
Early, before the dawning
Fresh tracks in the powdery snow
Carefully found before the wind blows
The snowflakes frozen
Glazed against the window
Ski tracks on the ground
But not a soul to be found
The crescent moon
Present before noon
But not far behind
The sun with its shine
“If there’s a ‘Cruel Summer’ then there’s got to be a ‘Cruel Winter,’ right? That’s all I’m saying” Q-Tip
Snow Day
Soft snowflakes falling down to the ground
Like confetti thrown on a celebrating crowd
Covering everything in a white shroud
Looking like the skies fluffiest clouds
Enjoying the scenic vision feeling proud
Before the snowy blanket gets ploughed
“My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud” Henry Rollins
Optimistic
Sunshine on a winter’s day
The nature’s showing a halo
The cold and snow to fade
And soon, it will be May
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