Fluffy snowy things out there of plenty

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“There is so much snow out there right now, it seems to be of an endless supply and piles upon piles of the stuff gets everywhere!“ Gun Roswell

Fluffy snowy things out there of plenty

The snow just keeps on pouring down, sometimes souring and roaring, sometimes more calm. The piles upon piles are forming, all kinds of nice figures and things, for the onlooker to simply guess and imagine, what they are seeing. Sometimes they look like simple snow upon whatever surface they landed, but other times, forming all kinds of statuesque looking art works, as if someone had designed them just on the go for show.

But most of all, the small things outside on the window sill, are those ones most to admire as they look so totally delicate, that even daring to breathe close to them would cause them to collapse. The tiny flakes, separate but together in one place, are the fading art of the winter, delivered to us for this special time, only to fade away, when the spring returns, and before that time, a friendly reminder to just admire the art work, take a few snaps, before you work and be happy of the changing views of the day, as it could be much worse, or then again, maybe not.

The cold hand of winter’s land

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“The winter is the cruelest season of them all, at least, that is the way it was described before” Gun Roswell

The cold hand of winter’s land

Everything deeply buried in the cold air and frozen snow and ice, which admittedly looks very nice, when not having to shovel the stuff or slip and break something off. But, the snow and ice is also a cover, a sort of a shelter against the cold weather, especially for the nature and the delicate seeds and those animals whom are deeply in their winter sleep. So, before going off and scolding all that snow and ice, which mostly, is not that nice for the human dweller, there is something good about this season as well, like the protectiveness to nature it gives. But also the pretty and gorgeous vistas of the snowy fields and forests, the statuesque contracts when a snow storm has passed and left behind all kinds of things looking artsy and nice. And of course, for those appreciating the ever changes scenery, us, the card carrying photo snappers never weary of getting ourselves out here and taking the perfect pic, this winter’s season will give a lot of slack, and you don’t even have to walk far, as it’s all there, even on the back yard. But, it’s pretty cold outside, most of the time in winter, so dress up warm to avoid the cold hand, of the dreary winter.

Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

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“Sailing in the past, towards the future perhaps?” Gun Roswell

Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)

Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last

This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move

Alas getting to the future so unsure?

Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat

The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings

The sails will be lowered and the pace slower

This is the way to move, across the high seas

Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last

They future out there somewhere, totally can wait

For this solemn sailor 

A bench to sit on no matter the weather

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“There is always a respite to be found no matter the season on the ground” Gun Roswell

A bench to sit on no matter the weather

So once again
I have to complain
But I know, the right seat
Is, just at my reach
All I had to do was
to simply, seek

The cat and his spot

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“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell

The cat and his spot

The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so

For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend

Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy

Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy

A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?

Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be

It was not clear to those passing as usually 

A loud purr could be heard from the very source

As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot

Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod

So, whatever you might think of this very cat

Choosing their very own place in this space we share

The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair

Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again

Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?

So, next time, when getting all around in the hood

Keep an eye open for that one cat you should

As befriending them might just be the best thing

Even if it was just an ordinary common place being

Verbania Vistas (part two)

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“The greys really come out on a dull grey day!” Gun Roswell

Verbania Vistas

Experiencing the surroundings
In the colours of black and white
You may find it quite astounding
How well it works in this light!

Verbania Vistas (part one)

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“The ominous skies ever present” Gun Roswell

Verbania Vistas (part one)

This scenery,
Like something
From your mind’s imaginary
Dark clouds
Looming over the waters
Like shrouds
Just don’t shout
Too loud
You may scare
The locals!

Winter Morning with another Cup of Coffee

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“There is always time for coffee, morning, noon, day or night time, it’s all just fine, if you really enjoy the dark liquid kind and to have a cup of it, when you see fit” Gun Roswell

Winter Morning with another Cup of Coffee

There is always room for coffee, in the stomach, someone said, even if it was some other time a clock, usually not associated with the fine sustenance of a dark liquid, but if one was prepared, for the full effect of the stuff, then drinking a cup or two, would suit, no matter the hour, as long as the face did not go sour, simply because the lack of coffee, was ever present, so, better satisfy the urge and have that drink of it, the coffee, in a cup, or a mug or even jug it directly from the pot!

Because believe it or not, those rules and regulations for sleeping and consumables, was most likely created by someone who hated the stuff, both coffee and well, food and perhaps even people, as all of us, are mostly individuals and so, enjoying the good stuff, coffee, does not have to be at any given hour, even midnight will do simply fine.

What about the New Year’s resolutions?

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“Isn’t it a bit excessive? Making promises you cannot keep? Basically fooling yourself?” Gun Roswell

What about the New Year’s resolutions?

Promises were made, just to be broken
A New Years resolution was just another token
Words without meaning in haste spoken
Was I really dreaming or just hoping?

Why then go through this bit?
Just because everyone else did
So now, trying myself to rid
Of this oh so very guilty trip?

It’s only the first day of the year
So why do I have this guttural fear
Of not being able to complete the deal
I made with myself trying towards better to steer?

Maybe, just maybe give some slack
And try to good intentions most of this stack
As I am looking towards the future, take a few steps back
Do what I can, and the rest, well only my best to do, then relax

A Very Happy 2024!!!

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“It is that time of the year… Oh wait! It’s a completely new year! Card Blanc!!” Gun Roswell

The New Year

Colourful burst of noise filled blinding light
Filling the darkened day, soon turning into a night
The clocks, on the walls, and everywhere, are quickly churning
As the long awaited coming of a new year starts slowly turning
Time itself stopping, for a blink one an eye
As all the wishes and hopes, for a better life
Fill the airways, from every which possible way
Letting go of the passing year and all its fear
Because now looking forward, is a reward
Of this special midnight, which will make everything alright