A break from the hubbub?

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“A beer with some cookies, certainly a well deserved snack during the holiday season.” Gun Roswell

When the holiday season is celebrated and then finally done
It is the time for the Christmas labourers to have some fun
A well deserved break with family and friends
Before the big bearded boss them back to work sends
Some beer, burritos and a few cookies to enjoy
Makes forget the hard daily chores and shout ahoy
Seated in the North Pole’s one and only cafe-bar
Since there is really no time to go too far
Soon the bell beckons them all back to the ever going assembly line
Because next years stuff needs to be started in time
So don’t blame these busy bees of getting a tad drunk
It’s just to get out of this seasonal funk
And soon enough with a big fat smile on their faces
They will be working all over them places
Putting together all things on people’s lists
Yes, those are the elves, who’ll manufacture all your gifts

‘Tis the holiday season

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“The holidays are here and the weather changed, what are the odds?” Gun Roswell

The ever consuming darkness on the outside
Needs to be shedding, with some much needed light
All the small decorative candles flickering bright
On the window shill, I once painted white

As I watch the weather in constant turmoil
I venture back to the days with seasonal joy
The ground always covered with so much snow
When going outside was fun with only a toboggan in tow

Alas those days may have passed
And the changing seasons are of the past
But somehow the silent smog outside the window
It is still comforting enough, even with a little wind blow

Tracks in the Snow to Follow

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

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!

The wee Backyard Angel I be

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“The guardian of the backyard stays put there, in its jar, always watching over us mere mortals.” Gun Roswell

Snow flakes landing on the ground
Covering the land like a white crown
No stopping of seasons changing
Both in rain and sunlight bathing
The backyard angel sitting still
Feeling neither chill or thrill
A guardian of this household may he be
But not a sound nor move will make he
Rest assured your home is safe
As long as the backyard angel in his place will stay

Early in the Winter’s Morn’

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“Sometimes, it’s quite good to wake up too early, especially if the sun is up and shining, the snow fresh and glimmering brightly.” Gun Roswell

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

Rush Hour in Winter

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“Riding to work in a horse driven sleigh, that is certainly a display, especially in the city centre!” Gun Roswell


it’s the early morning traffic
Which left its very first tracks
The snowy streets, filled with sleet
No good for bare feet
But a horse and a buggy
That is the way to travel snuggly!

It’s just Black and White colours

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“The winter is filled with nothing but blacks and white colours, never mind the odours, as the flowers went with the fall rains!” Gun Roswell


Black and White
Yes, those are colours bright!
In the snow filled light
It’s simply Nature,
Shining, ever so bright

Winter – what a truly aching splinter!

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“Winter came to the streets of suburbia, laying down a blanket of fluffy white snow in its wake.” Gun Roswell

Winter, winter
Gave me a splinter
Looking, at my finger
Let out, a whimper
Oh, what a stinker
Is this, snowy winter 

Ride a Bike, if you can find it!

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“Sometimes, things get buried in deep in the snow, even bikes, so be wary, where you may find it, the bike, that is!! Gun Roswell

In snow, not cotton
Buried, but not forgotten
Wheels, maybe slightly rotten
Never mind,
I will think of something
For riding my bike
There is no stopping!

Today

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“Something about totally new days and clean slates?” Gun Roswell


If you are really smart
Today,
You’ll get a fresh clean start
Gone is the darkness
It might have been harmless
But caused a lot of anguish

From onward of this date
With the fresh clean slate
Hold your head up high
Look far into the sky

But heed this fair warning;
Or else, you may get stung
Because, onto your tongue
A snowflake, may be landing!