“It’s pretty outside, the sun hardly there, but when it shines, all the colours come alive” Gun Roswell
The colourful autumn leaves
Gently in the early morning light heave
Soon it will be eve
And the sun will take its leave
But no need to grieve
Just fall asleep and dream
For soon enough, an other day weaves
“Sometimes even the faded colours can be oh so very pretty” Gun Roswell
Faded colour
Faded odour
Reminiscent, of summer
For it too,
Will loose its colours
And turn to slumber
When Autumn falls
“Sometimes, a paradise is a place, other times, it can be a fleeting moment in time” Gun Roswell
It was just covered with frost
In the end of a very long autumn
This was what it cost
To get back from the bottom
Paradise,
It was never lost
It was, just forgotten
“Fall is the most colourful season a photographer could ever wish for, as nature is positively glowing with the most bright shades of reds!” Gun Roswell
The fall of summer, did not turn out to be a bummer after all, as all the great colours, came out for the ball of a festival, arranged special, to celebrate the turning of season, surely a very good reason to do just that. After all, wouldn’t anyone get a tad bored, of all the green in control, over the whole of the summer, and it seems, they still are trying to hold on, despite the colder weather having a grasp of the nights long at last. But, that does not really matter as the fact of it is, that one without the other won’t exist, but, they cannot do so, all at once. So, in the natural order of things, each of them will have to take turns when they will their arias sing, as the cold blues and whites will own the winter time, the greenish tints starting from spring until summer and when the autumn finally falls, all the fiery best are released as the harvest feasts, turn all of nature to a mild wild fire of reds. And that is the joy of the season of fall.
“Be careful out there, it’s a slippery slope, the edge that is, so don’t fall off!” Gun Roswell
When standing on the edge
I made this solemn pledge
To dive in
Even if,
There would be ice thin
Luckily,
This September weather
Is a reminiscent of a soft feather
More so,
Than a rainy autumn
Boy,
Must the Forecast Gods feel dumb!
“Be prepared, the cold weather is here! Soon, it will be summer no more, as winter, always wins, as it is, strong.” Gun Roswell
Nature in pending status
Almost like being on hiatus
Leaves of multicolour
Covered with sugary frost
The misty air softly hovers
Over last night’s rain drops
Now frozen in their spots
A glimmer of sunlight
The only a reflection in sight
Soon enough the colour fades
The frost of rain only remains
And the Autumn turns
To Winter
“Trees and leaves, the change of weather, the change of time, fall, august, has arrived” Gun Roswell
Mother Nature’s work of art
Colourful, simple and smart
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Following the ancient protocol
“The colours are chaining now, it’s most certainly the time for autumn!” Gun Roswell
Roaming around the Hood
Because the weather was really good
Clouds floating in the blue sky
Wishing if only I could fly
The sun warm on my skin
Melting the coldest of Finns
Colours burning bright
Ideas taking flight
Snap, click, snap, click
Hoping to score some great pics
So here they are
I didn’t walk too far
But still got a great bunch
In a time it takes to have lunch
“The air is crisp, the nature going aslumber, it’s fall, autumn time for us all.” Gun Roswell
The last warm days
Before the cold rains
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be autumn
But the colours
Will be awesome
“Something so special while waking up early, a sunrise spotted surely!” Gun Roswell
Sunrise, higher than high
In the early September sky
Over the morning clouds
The sun has spread its shroud
Blues and reds playing in a mix
Eyes staring completely transfixed
The cool crisp air caressing
Almost feels like singing
Rantings Of A Third Kind 