“Winter covers the world in crystal white magic” Carolyne Roehm
Frosted
Like icing on the cake
Frosting forms on the window
Where ever the wind cold blows
The fragile frozen flakes
Suddenly, without warning, appearing
Before once more disappearing
Shapes for the imagination
The nature’s true creation
Trying them to capture
Preserve for the future
Always fails
The only thing, which remains
Is a tall tale
Without any trail
“Minneapolis has two seasons: Road Removal and Snow Repair” Steven Brust
Snow Too
Last remnants of summer
Forgot it’s time for slumber
It’s way past September
Look it up in the calendar
It says: January
“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery” Bill Watterson
Snow
A fresh coat of snow
With a wintry glow
Life getting more slow
Just follow the flow
Even if you really
Don’t like snow
“I’m from Sweden, so I don’t enjoy winter at all; there’s nothing cute about it” Lykke Li
White
Oh winter, oh winter
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
So hear me please
And be gone!
“It’s just another Manic Monday” The Bangles
Manic Monday?
Is this another Manic Monday?
Or just another January Fun-day?
It’s six o’clock already, but I need to drive steady. The roads are iced and if I drive too fast, I will get sliced. As usual, after the weekend, Monday follows and so does the mania and the panic. Rushing here and rushing there. A never ending story of this writer’s life. Or does it apply to everyone?
Just when I thought it was safe to say, it’s going to be a peaceful day, all hell breaks loose. So who cooked the goose this time? All was fine, for a moment at least, but someone unleashed the beast. And yet again, another fire to fight! Ah this poor girl’s plight.
Several hours later, when once again, I have turned into a hater, of Mondays, the sun has come out to play! I’m secretely hoping it is here to stay! I rush out, leaving my gloves and coat behind. Never mind! The air is much warmer now. After all, only minus degrees of two, so what have I got to loose!
Reaching the seashore, the sunrise to score. Enjoying a few seconds, because the sun beckoned and then… it hits me. The coldest of winds, blowing in my face. Oh how I really hate… Winter!
“Frozen in time” Gun Roswell
Frozen One
Solid like a rock, frozen from bottom to top
Icy, cannot slice it, no matter which way you dice it
Petrified for ever, a work of art quite clever
Made in Winter, by Mother Nature, a new creature, of its kind
Decorating the snowy white field
With its transparent cold shield
Nothing can defeat it, beat it
It will remain there until the very end…
… after the rest of us are already spent
“Oh Winter, you came again!” Gun Roswell
Winter Blues
Forest silent for a moment, when the snow had descended
Winter season had begun, announcing all the activities as fun
Skiing, skating, sleighing, there is really no denying
Winter can be a lot of fun, even if there is hardly any sun
For a moment the world seems a little smaller
As the trees grow taller, and the forest seems a lot cooler
But dressing up in warm clothing, watching life of white unfolding
Keeping up the lights, in the long nights, future seems also bright
“Oh Winter, you came again!” Gun Roswell
Winter Blues
Blue descended, on the small lake, undefended
As the sun was setting for the final time of the season
Leaving only the one artificial light, to act as a solemn beacon
In the total darkness, leaving everything otherwise defenseless
Unless, staying inside the guarded perimeter
Patrolled by the vigilant elves, going through each centimeter
Humans and animals a like, huddled together, for the next short while
Until such time, the Spring will arrive, and bring forth the sun’s shine
“A rare moment surely, at this season” Gun Roswell
“A rare moment surely, at this season” Gun Roswell
Winter Sun
Hanging low,
Emanating a soft glow
The neutron star,
Which gives us light even this far
Nature’s special effect,
When you did not expect
The Winter’s sun,
Before the day is done
But not for too long,
Not even time for a song,
It was once again gone
Setting into the horizon,
Not tomorrow arising,
Not even once smiling
It will be set,
Until the final bet
Of a long Winter’s day
And only then,
It’s warmth will it spread
Here and there
And all will be fair
Once more,
Yes we did score!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I’m from Sweden, so I don’t enjoy winter at all; there’s nothing cute about it” Lykke Li
White
Oh winter, oh winter
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
So hear me please
And be gone!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 