In the midst of a surprise winter

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“The winter fell all of a sudden upon the unsuspecting land, without so much of a warning, leaving its frozen assets all over, without ever lending a hand in taking care of all that, snow!” Gun Roswell

n the midst of a surprise winter

There is nothing wring with aa little snow, but too much of a good thing, well, it’s really never good

As the never-ending piles and piles to be shovelled from the isles are getting on the old bod

The constant cold, the frozen over and slippery pavements, the slip and sliding tires of the cars and not daring to go that far, as getting stuck in a pile of the white fluff?

Well, winter, how long will you be here, bugging us, as we kinda lost, the month of monsoons and heavy rain, skipping fall almost and going straight to a frozen hell?

So, here is my ode to you winter, please leave before you become a sore and feasting splinter!

Frozen in spacetime

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“The wintery scene, pretty as can be, frozen in time in the picture perfect frame” Gun Roswell 

Frozen in spacetime

The blue is the hue, even in the midst of all the white, as the light of the day, is absorbed by the nights they call polar up north

And so, getting there, into the forest, when the blues hits the nature, frozen on each and every surface, as is the moment in time

With one single snap, the very moment will last, not just in the memories nor the personal data banks of the snapper, rather all over the internet, where it was so thoughtfully placed

A picture perfect moment, frozen during winter times, now frozen in space time

Frozen Flakes

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“The frosted glass, simply stained by the flakes frozen when the temperature plummeted” Gun Roswell

Frozen Flakes

The artwork made by a winter’s storm onto the glass of the window quite worn

It wasn’t even that cold outside, but those flash frozen flakes, which during the night fell

Were plastered onto the surface, while the snow fall was trying to find purchase

And so, forming the most gorgeous art in the form of the various shapes

Only lasting there for a moment, the while the temperature remains under zero

And so, doing my best, in trying to preserve all of this, fading art before

They all start to melt away

Footfalls, made by Soft Socks

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“There is something about running in just the wool socks on your feet to the outside, the softness of the snow felt against the soles. But the bad thing is, the socks will eventually get wet, so there is that. Boots would have been better.“ Gun Roswell

Footfalls, made by Soft Socks

The freshly fallen snow inviting, there is no fighting agains the lure, of pure white fluff, the flakes falling all over the place, even the face

And when in a hurry, carefree and without a worry, shooting oneself to the outside, to the open wide in a rush, well, forgetting to put on proper wear, the care soon in place

As the woolly socks and the velour frock are hardly the best combo, for an outing around the hood, no matter how good it might have felt taking the first few steps on the fresh of the snow

Because after so many steps, the sleet beneath the soft and fluffy, soon turning into something naughty, the soggy socks, the cold and damp, setting in, shaking and hovering wanting only to go back in

Honestly, put some boots on, while venturing out there into a weather strong, as winter and all that cold snow, otherwise for days you will your nose have to blow

On the rails when it snows

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“The early morning snow storm, caused a chaos on the tracks, but never mind, the trains will still run” Gun Roswell 

On the rails when it snows

The early morning heavy rush hour, the traffic filled with vehicles, stopped on its tracks

Luckily though, it did not stop the trains running on the long rails, as a matter of fact

As the  rail driven vessels never ever halting, not for the weather, rain, snow or fire

Pushing through, pulling the haul of many a cars, dashing through whatever going far

The train, the only working public; or other kind of transport, something the pedestrians now sport

This is the way to go quite fast and oh so very far, even the next city, and that is simply splendid 

The ride rather smooth and gentle, even with the mileage left behind plenty of.

Wintery View

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“The nightly view from the window, with the reflected hues of the lights, shining through the darkness, against the snow and star lit skies“ Gun Roswell

Wintery View

The night upon, no sleep for the weary, so what to do while trying to stay strong? 

Perhaps take a peek through the closed curtains, maybe there is something new?

Gasp! Sigh. What the F..ye?

Does my own eyes lie?

All that snow!

Oh boy, and a loud Doh!

Too much, of anything, good or bad is not really a thing of which a song would be proper of to sing.

Even with the holiday season approaching fast, this, this thing, the white fluffy stuff…

It’s way too much!
At least at this time of year, and I fear, it will stay there for a moment too long.

And then, the spring months are upon and still, the snow and cold there remain.

Like the naughty and dirty large stain.

And whom of this all can we blame?

Ourselves I guess, for causing this overall change.

Winter at the creek

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“The winter time is for fun and games, at least, when skating on the iced over lake” Gun Roswell

Winter at the creek

The winter is full of fun filled days, even if there is no nearby lake. Because if the skating time beckons, you can always spot some place frozen over, a body of water nearby, whether it might just be a simple creek, which was just a few days ago, flowing quite free. But not today, as this is the minus degrees weather kind of a time, when all have frozen solid and all you need for some wintery fun, is an old pair of skates and warm clothing and then run, towards the place you seek. As it might just be the good ole creek you plaid water sports in the summer when just a little toddler, but now, as it has frozen completely over, it is as good as place as any, to go skating on the ice, which is solid and nice after all, the winter ball will be held near the there and then, be that bell of a ball who captures the souls of all those party goers at the winter’s fun and games gala, well, at least if you have a big enough fantasy, then hell yes!

Snow cover like sprinkled powder

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“There is snow out there, surprise! Even if it is the middle of the winter, it always seems to be the case!” Gun Roswell

Snow cover like sprinkled powder

The snow like powder, hit the nature, covertly, even if it was all forecast and supposedly would last at least for a month of few, once it had fallen and plastered itself all across the land, and wherever one was to stand, as far as eyes could see, there was only snow, snow, snow and then some, oh, what fun!

But, no matter where one stands, on the topic of snow and winter, it is always so pretty, the freshly fallen sprinkles, of the crips white powdery stuff, no matter if getting outside to the cold with lots of clothing, is always gone sound out with a huff and a puff, but having to laugh, once outside, when the prettiness of it all hits the eyes.

The winter afternoon sunset

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”The setting sun, is  as pretty as a pun, well if that was the case, which is not, because it’s part of the cycle of nature, is all” Gun Roswell 

The winter afternoon sunset

It was still early.  but that did not stop the sun, from starting to set, as it was that kind season, where we just let it do so, without any kinds of questions. The only thing to think of at this very moment, is to simply watch in awe, and then repeat to everyone what I just saw. And it was totally pretty and awesome even if the sun was setting, practically, in the middle of the day, something happening only during the season of winter and not in spring time may. Still, it does not matter whether the season is correct or not, as this stuff, the sunset, is a gift from Mother Nature with love. So, do not judge this book by the season or time of day, rather simply enjoy the soothing day ending display and then happily your head to rest lay, knowing the sun is still out there no matter what time of day or year it might be and again soon it you will see.

The cracks and shadows in the snow

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“The snow is soft and easily cracked, marks left behind to track.” Gun Roswell 

The cracks and shadows in the snow

There are footfalls left behind on the soft surface of the newly fallen snow

Remaining there because it’s calm without the stormy winds blowing

And it looks like someone simply ran willy nilly back and forth

Without any kind of plan, a heading or location in their mind

Or the they were simply something perhaps lost trying to find

And thus leaving all these cool and interesting markings behind

For those onlookers getting a tad later to the outside

A riddle for sure to be solved, even in the midst of winter so cold