“Oh look, the sun is coming up! It’s not the sky falling on us after all, or something worse happening! Just a regular sunrise and here, in suburbia no less!” Gun Roswell
The longer you stand and stare
Into the bright whiteness of a glare
The red gets you and your surroundings into its control
Devouring the sky and maybe even you, whole
“There is just something about fall, the calmness, even the warmth, the rain soft just before, the storm hits, but not until October. So, stay a while, September?” Gun Roswell
Today
Is one of the many days
For the Autumn month
Of September
You are soft
You are still warm
You are very colourful
Your are certainly plentiful
Did not promise much at start
But apparently, delivering the more
And as such
I truly you adore
“What can I say about the nature? Well, it’s there, it’s pretty, it’s got its perks, so maybe you should try it too?” Gun Roswell
Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight
Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking
The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking
The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway
“Yeah, it’ definitely a bright show out there, with all them colours as provided by Mother Nature!” Gun Roswell
The colours are of plenty
The wind cooling gently
Nature filled with changes
Much like the turning of pages
On your favourite book!
“Sometimes, nature will leave you by surprise, continuing sunny warm days long into the fall!” Gun Roswell
Rain, rain, rain
And some more rain
But, wait… what?
Today, no rain?
Surprisingly sunny
To the point of funny
The air soft and warm
I could have sworn
It was late summer
But oh bummer
I wasn’t grinning
Because,
It was the beginning
Of September
“Sometimes a human mind just cannot fathom the summer is gone and so, thinking it is warm and nice, while venturing to the great outdoors!” Gun Roswell
Going on a picnic
Come snow, hail or shine
After all, it is still Summer, right?
Despite being September month?
Hoping not to get sick
Sitting on the beach
Shivering with cold
The warmth at arms reach
It’s summer I was told
Not time for mission abort
Should not have worn shorts
The rain soon falls
Drops like thick walls
Clothes getting wetter
Running to shelter
Looking for a hide
Getting inside
Cold and wet
And unfed
Cursing and swearing
Of this life unfairing
Looking outside again
Hoping no more rain
What the f…k?
The sun is back up!
“So, the summer is over and hey, that is just fine alas, the warmth, the colours, nature is still pretty much alive, and so, I urge you to take a hike, a small walk, out there, in the open air!” Gun Roswell
The nature is still out there,
Guess it will always be,
At least that is the hope,
Not a fear,
No summer, doesn’t mean a bummer,
As long as winter stays away!
“It’s the very last day, officially, of Summer, the month ending, summer ending, nature, going to sleep, and soon enough, the snow will be landing, so go, get out there, take a breather amongst the colours of Summer!” 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
“We are all ready for our close-ups, dear photographer, hurry up as soon, we shall all fall into a deep slumber for the Winter” Gun Roswell
When the nature has shed
Summer’s green
The colours of red
Is all that is seen
Leaves and berries
Even the cherries
Shining brightly
So tread lightly
When stepping into nature
“The nature soon going to sleep, the August ending, the Summer ending, enjoy it while it’s still alive and well!” 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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 