Freshly made tracks in the early morning

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“The ski tracks, in the freshly fallen snow, nothing lack, until the wind blows” Gun Roswell

Freshly made tracks in the early morning

Early morning, just at dawn
Something odd, into the soft white ground fall
The flakes so thin, so delicate
In beauty they will nothing lack
But a deep cut into the very core
Will make the gorgeous blanket sore
As the devices made out of plastic
Cut deep into the delicate blanket
Leaving scars a while lasting
A shadowy darkness over the softness casting
Bleeding, without healing
Until the sky breaks into tears
And healing soft flakes
The opens wounds place takes

Snowflakes on a Friday

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“…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”

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Snowflakes on a Friday

Snowflakes
In various shapes
A winter makes
Like icing on the cake
Covering the lakes
When it snows
There are no breaks
Just more and more
Snowflakes

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Rain with tiny singing Droplets

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“It is raining, tiny pieces of glassy mirrors, reflecting life” Gun Roswell

Rain with tiny singing Droplets

Forming, a gigantic watery puddle
As together, these tiny pieces try to huddle
Glassy droplets, sent, from the heavens above
When the rain gods decided, them upon us to shove
The mirror like and imperfect things
Reflecting life, as on the surface now, they sing
But soon, they will be devoured, into the big ocean
All of them rolling together, in one motion
Until finally, being completely sucked, into the scorched land
Thus disappearing, for good, as if it was, the whole plan

Snowed in on a Friday

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“Maybe, this is the last of the snow for this year?” Gun Roswell

Snowed in on a Friday

The snow started falling
Just around when midnight was calling
It just kept on pouring
Until the ground was souring
With powdery white stuff
Nobody knowing if it was enough
But someone said, shut up
And then we watch as the snow kept on coming
Then soon enough, none of us was humming
The piles on piles of snowflakes
Even covered the small watery lake
No matter where you watched
Nothing, no nothing remained untouched
The world was covered in this, thing
Even the bird stopped to sing
Most likely going to hiding
Worried what they might not be finding
The chewy worms in the ground
Because that was no longer to be found
The only thing alive
Was the white snow which came from above

Working by the seashore

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“It’s just another regular working day, here, by the cold, seashore” Gun Roswell

Working by the seashore

When the day breaks in the early morning
And the sunshine breaks with a big yawning
The working day is about to start
So, please, try to play it very smart

The waters seem so very cold
And the weather is even getting more bold
The sun hiding behind all them clouds
And the wind is howling ever more loud

The boats beneath us soon are shaking
As the unexpected storm from the seas is breaking
Being alright at this point is only faking
As the faces turn greener and the bodies quaking

But the working day is far from over
The attitudes like the weather getting bolder
Rolling up the sleeves
To all this heavy-duty work to complete

Minds off the shaking surface
Since this is no time for hurling
And when the attitudes are corrected
Sooner than later, the work is completed

Homeward bound the working crew now is
Even the boss said she was pleased
Back to the comfort of home they head
Because tomorrow another working day awaits

Bike and the Winter

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“Riding a bike? In snow? How so very bold!” Gun Roswell

Bike and the Winter

It may be cold and it may be slippery
The weather, none to chippery
But the bike is waiting for me outside
And despite the danger, I am looking for a ride

So, when I dare out there to venture
I will make sure my ride has no dents
The wheels, seat and steering in shape
Even the smile on my face is no fake

Riding down the slippery slope of a road made of ice
But with these wintry wheels including spikes
I am rather enjoying this cold weather crisp and nice
Getting some thumbs up and even some smiles

What else could be better on this ride
On my winter geared bike!

Early Winter Morning

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“Just before anyone else rise, just before, the day break, total silence, total calm, nothing moves, nothing drops, not even the pin” Gun Roswell

Early Winter Morning

The snow crisp from falling down from the heavens
The air clear, the ground untouched, the hour just before seven
Nothing and no one about, except one vigilant scout
Looking for that perfect score, to open up all waiting pores
For nothing else is as cleansing to the body and mind
Than experiencing this moment alone and early to unwind
From all them nightly fears and terrors just before dawn
And, in the here and now, it is really easy, just before, the moment, is gone

Winter Tales 5

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“The snows frozen cover, has finally descended” Gun Roswell

Winter Tales 5

Frozen are the leaves in the tallest trees
A thick layer of snow covering the immobile objects seized
by the power of nature, all of the life remains still
And today, not even the sound of wind
disturbs the scenery of the well made art work
Prepared as the Winter season perk
For us mere humans to be in awe and to enjoy
The ultimate hoax, the ultimate ploy
For us to venture into the great outdoors
Even if the heavy wind us right in the face blows

Winter Tales 4

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“Hidden, behind the trees and under the freshly fallen snow, a place of rest “ Gun Roswell

Winter Tales 4

The small house in the middle of thick forest
A place to go when the need to unwind and rest
Gets too strong after the multitude of seasonal parties
So, before you totally let your heart sink
Pack a small bag with only the necessities
And remember, time is never the essence here
When through the tiny door enter
All your troubles and worries at the threshold center
Only the good things in there are allowed
Not even cussing or whining permitted aloud
Spend your days with solemn contemplation
Or with a good book for hours on end without fear of damnation
This, is the place of peace and rest
And when inside the house you have done your very best
Pull up a pair of skis or skates
And take yourself outside to the fresh air or even the frozen lake
Enjoy what Mother Nature has to offer
And maybe you too will live longer and prosper

Winter Tales 3

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“The fresh footfalls in the snow in the early morning before the wind blows”
Gun Roswell

Winter Tales 3

Just after the early morning sunrise
Awaiting, behind tight closed blinds
A seasonal and unexpected surprise
During the long dark night
Something soft, bright and white
Onto the bare ground fallen from the skies

Shrieking our of happiness and utter joy
Up out and about the rare weather to finally enjoy
Putting on snow shoes and out in to the cold to venture
For today, is the day of that long awaited great adventure

Winter had finally full filled its promise
Pouring all the fluffy soft powder to each and every crevice
Now nothing more perfect than clear blue skies and sun
So what if we play hooky and get one day of fun!