Red Leather Gloves

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“My little pretty red gloves bring me joy and warmth; after all it is winter or at least, it started once again, surprise!” Gun Roswell

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Red Leather Gloves

“This is when the gloves come off!” She stated with a huff and added a puff.

Throwing down the protective shielding onto the ground, she was about to defy all beliefs of what would happen when exposing yourself to the elements.

It was that time of the year, when the cold season had taken over. There was no hiding from the white powdery substance covering most of the northern world. The only thing to do to survive was to put as much woven garments on top of the skin as possible. The degrees sinking down below zero in the tens, sometimes even hundreds, this season lasted for a length of six moons.

But those damn gloves! How they irritated her, especially today. They were always in the way. Grabbing things was not easy, not to mention holding a big rugged shovel.

She looked at the discarded gloves laying on the ground. Red against the whitest of snow. Pretty were they, she thought and kept staring at them, while her fingers were getting numb. Finally, as beckoning her, she scooped the offending hand garments from the pile of snow, pulled them on and admired the colour and the feel of them.

Once again, she was very, very happy in her gorgeous red leather gloves.

The Three Witches of Easter

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“All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

The Three Witches of Easter

The three witches from some-wick
Never mind with
They ain’t winning no beauty contests
To that many can attest

But ugly can be an asset
Especially for the wickedness
Scaring folks and cattle
Just by showing up tattle

After all, this is a holy ball
For all the witch kind
And if you any of them find
Then try to stir to the right
As the witches always drive
On the left hand side

Easter Sunday

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“Easter. The only time it’s okay to put all of your eggs in one basket!” Author Unknown

After all them painted eggs and painted faces

The littlest of the witches ever so nervously paces

Since soon, out the there, into the wide unknown world

She needs to go, fly, like a small bird

Why?

Simply, and just because

For, at least now, there will be a pause

When the celebration of Easter time

Will soon enough, be over – fine

Until next year then

When she a little more time can spend

With us mere mortals

On this other side, of the portal

Black cat on the street

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“Cat hair all over the place!” Gun Roswell

Black cat on the street

A black cat, proudly sat

In the middle of the street with utter and total ease

She did not move one single inch

Not even in a really, in  a tight pinch

Passers by, simply, needed to beside her to slide

As this proud black, was cat sitting ever so wide

Her face was calm and her nose was up

Nothing would her now settled mood stop

She was only gazing, at the clear blue skies

Maybe, because it was as far as the crow could fly

This black cat’s attitude was totally snide

Sassy and bossy, with fur so gloriously glossy

As she clearly was the only owner, and the queen of this street

Ye Old Witch

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All kinds of witches are about, usually all year long, but especially on Easter!” Gun Roswell

Ye Old Witch

She is so old, her teeth are gold
She is almost blind and bold
But never the lesser one
Usually, having all the fun

When she smiles
There is no vile
The children she likes
Never ever strikes

Only candy will she eat
When she is riding on that broomy seat
Her charm is the grey cat
Which has become quite fat

Cheers and best wishes to all
Before the cauldron her again calls
And until next Easter
She will be off her keister

Red-Velo-Bike

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All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber

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Red-Velo-Bike

When you really feel like
Your feet might be on a strike
Then, just hop on a Velo-Bike
It is such motorized fun
Under, the warming sun
No, this is certainly not any kind of pun
Just you dare to ride, ride, ride
Your borrowers and red, Velo-Bike

Patrick Stewart’s Shakespeare Sonnets

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We definitely need some calming moments in this era of grim news and worldwide sadness. Sir Patrick Stewart is obliging, with his tremendous voice …

Patrick Stewart’s Shakespeare Sonnets via Moss and Fog

A golf cart awaits you

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“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber

 

A golf cart awaits you

To simply fool the neighbours
And maybe, even all other strangers
You hired a simple cart
Which was in itself, quite smart
Added a big bag of clubs
Well, actually, some might have looked alike stubs
Quickly, hopped inside the vehicle
While the others looked at you, stating it was totally unbelievable
Maybe they were even a little jealous
Because of this, what you ma called it; helluva
Trick, you just made up

“If you’re going through hell, keep going” Winston Churchill

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“If you’re going through hell, keep going” Winston Churchill

KEEP GOING

 

I have chosen this rather apt quote from the archives of the Quote a week Tuesday tradition.

In these times of troubled times
When there is hardly one smile
Just keep pushing through
We’ll all get over this, very soon

Gun Roswell

Simply, Red

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“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.”
― Tana French, Broken Harbor

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Simply, Red

Simple, should be the word
Yet so easily slurred
But, for any kind of mundane day
When all the colours, are just grey
Then with one simple touch of red
You will be, unravelling, the thread