Daily Snaps
“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Mono magic (1)
A frozen rose
Even the strongest and prettiest rose
Did in the cold temperatures freeze into an eternal pose
Preserved, for a longest of time
In the most natural cryogenic slime
With a mixture of pure clean water and the weather
The gorgeous flower has now finally been tethered
To the very ground, it once proudly sprout from
A preserved three dee image, now never gone
”A day on doing absolutely nothing but shopping” Gun Roswell
Day at the shopping mall
In the morning
Before dawning
The rain fell but it poured
Friday, what a dull day
It was going to be?
But then
A hopeful ray
Of sunshine on display
Maybe
It would be
A good day after all
A new avenue
Just ahead sprang forth
Going outside
Maybe even
To the shopping mall?
Packing into the car
Still the drive is not too far
Easily finding a spot
In the underground parking lot
A hop and a skip
On the escalator chic
Into the wonderous world
Of shopping I am hurled
Glimmer and shine
Spreading before my eyes
A lot of things
Useful and the again not
But so what
It’s the shopping mall
And I’m about to fall
Into the lure
Of total and pure
Shopping bliss
I mean who could resist!
“Windows and doors, fascinating!” Gun Roswell
Windows and doors
Out of place
A cottage here stays
In the midst of concrete
Windows with sills
A door, so worn
Tiny, little thing
I knock
No answer
I listen
Nothing
Must be lunch time
I leave
“What an odd place for a sun bed” Gun Roswell
Sun bed in the midst of rush
A seat, of summer
Right smack in the middle
Of a very rushed place
It looks so great
Even, a little inviting
In the sun now shining
I stop and wonder then
Should I some rime spend
To take a break and just sit
Yes, I just did
“Up am down we go” Gun Roswell
Up and down
On this merry escalator
I am flowing against the waiters
I am not in a hurry
And there is no sign of worry
On my face or my body
As I am ascending and smiling
As up and down I am riding
I don’t really have a goal
Nor am I in a search of my soul
I just ride the mobile stairs
Fro the fun of it each and every day
“Time for a coffee (or few)” Gun Roswell
Time for Coffee
Running around
Like a mad woman
Dashing, bouncing, skipping, hopping
Looking for something
To be found
Feeling antsy
All the way to my pantsuit
Wondering, probing
The inner me
I then, what do I see
A shop, with coffee
A coffee shop
A place where one can get coffee
I start running
It’s not even that funny
It with my arms flailing
I am the place slowly gaining
Reaching for the door
The smells so wonderful
I think I am in heaven now
As far I walk to the counter
And then place my order
Coffee, please, large
“Sugary hearts, sweet!” Gun Roswell
Sugar hearts in a box
Two hearts
In a simple paper box
Packed tight
Together
Never apart
Pink and Brown
Sugary and sweet
Chocolate and cream
Sweethearts
Never apart
Taste delicious
Never traitorous
Savour the taste
Eat without waste
Empty box?
“September and sunshine? Who would have thought!” Gun Roswell
Sunshine in Autumn
A totally odd effect
Took to the skies
After the dark clouds
Completely neglected
An odd ball of light
Shining, ever so bright
Making me want to smile
And forget about the vile
After all it is known
That when October is shown
There really is no turning back
The clock of winter’s brutal attack
Enjoying it while I can
As I here on the porch stand
My face lifted up facing
Towards the skies amazing
“A place to crash on, when the night falls, what else is there to look forward for?” Gun Roswell
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
Autumn Lane
The view from my window
Almost like a suburban meadow
Nature growing wild and free
Only a glimpse of the road I see
The pathway to our house
Narrow and more fitting for a mouse
Black asphalt with a touch of green
Surrounded by colours more gorgeous
Than I ever seen
Mirror mirror on the wall
Which of the seasons
Is the prettiest of them all
Why Autumn of course
Such a nature’s force
Rantings Of A Third Kind 