“The colours of the skies are changing constantly, depending on the mood of the weather gods” Gun Roswell 

The morning hours, darkness the prevailing colour of the overall space, but as the constant, nothing of the same hue remains for too long and as soon as the clock hits sun rise, even without the bright ball itself taking a hold of the globe, the darkness soon fading, making way to the shifting light colours, from possible fiery reds, to calming blues, depending on the forecast of course. So, soon enough the horizon sometimes rough and grey, won’t long that shade to be staying, as the light filled hues of all the blues are making their place in the daily space of the skies above. Sometimes filled with varied shapes and sizes, calling them clouds, fluffy or strong, they might just stay there a moment, filled with rain and storm, but those too soon will pass and then it is time to prepare for the nightly shades, the oranges, the reds again, as the setting of the sun might just appear. Hanging there a moment for all those gawkers enjoyment, before heading to rest, and the best pale moon light will take over, the darkness once again present, but completely changed because of the small shiny rock and its companion stars, because Mother Nature is nothing if not smart.

“The moon is always there, but now, in the darkened night, it’s visible again” Gun Roswell

Shiny objects in the sky
Was it an unidentified fly by
Or just the crescent moon up high
Shining its light in this fool’s eye

“There is a moon still up there in the skies, even if it is time for the sun to rise” Gun Roswell

There is always some kind of a surprise, for us mere mortals when you look up there into the great skies. Sometimes, a star arises where you least expected it to, or then, perhaps some visitor from a far can be seen in their small ship running fast. But, I guess the more mundane stuff, such as the moon and the sun, can too be a lot of fun. Especially, when rising up in the early morning hours, the sky becoming red of as you might expect, from the great star, the sun soon to rise. But what do those still sleepy eyes then spy? Well, the moon of course, which still keeps on hanging up there, in the stratosphere, even if it was time for it to take a long nap for the day as the shiny ball of light was on their way to slay the day. Still, the two were up there both sharing the same stage, and it did not seem like either was going to take their bow and disappear, rather remaining there, letting us dwellers below watch in awe, as the two giants were sharing the centre stage together, without qualm.

“The moon is out again, then does’t it appear every single night? Wait a minute, does it ever go away? Really?” Gun Roswell

The moon is hanging out there against the darkness of the skies

At least it looks like that, when looking out the window in the middle of the night

It always seems to be appearing, out of nowhere after sunset

And usually, looming there way past the night, well, perhaps changing position somewhat

But, the moon half or full, crescent or nonsense? I dunno the rhyme

It’s all fine as long as the moon graces us with its presence

“I promise to paint you a picture
With red and yellow as a mixture
If you promise me one thing:
When the sun sets,
You do not sing!”

Leaves are turning red
In the flowerbed
But soon the branches
Will them shed

During the early morning hours
Or for the late evening flowers
The big ball of light
Showing its might
Can’t live without it
It lifts up your spirits
To your power we freely submit
Oh sun, sun, sun
No, this is not a pun

The daylight is getting shorter
The darkness is getting longer
The skies are turning into gray
But, nature has a funny way
To cheer us up when we are down
Turn our lips into an upside frown
The colours revealed in abundance
Soon will turn the reluctance
Into joy and wonderment
Stop for this moment
And leave us in an awe

A Late Night Sunset

The eve was about to set
I was once again treated
With a another gorgeous sunset
Today, on this Monday
One of the last days of October