July picnic?

“Load a basket full of goodies, make sure to include a hoodie, as July weather can be quite unpredictable, then get out and choose the perfect spot, have one of them, picnics they all talk so much about!” Gun Roswell

Going on a picnic
Come snow, hail or shine
After all, it is still July
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!

Sweet Red Cherries 


“They are ready for the picking, those red, juicy and delicious berries as provided by mother nature. Eat them before the crows do!” Gun Roswell

Juicy and sweet
Quite the treat
When on the beat
In the summer’s heat
And well worth
The tweet

Sparkly as done by nature

“It’s called, water. Something which can be bottled, but when it falls down from the skies, it’s just there for anyone’s taking. To use, to drink, to be put in a sink… there are simply endless possibilities on how to use it! And it’s all, free!!!” Gun Roswell

Sparkling tiny drops
Onto the leaf they popped

“Delivery here!
From the near by shop!
Your order as per requested,
Some freshly made rain drops”

Strawberries are red!?

“They’re red, they’re delicious, just grab one and taste it!” Gun Roswell

In summertime,
In July
Something easy,
For both tummy
And the eye

Delicious
Nutricious
Precious

Sun kissed
Wouldn’t miss

Eat them
While you can
Soon, the season is over
And it will be October
When you’ll be eating
Canned spam!

Just another foggy day in July

“The weather gods don’t seem too pleased with us?” Gun Roswell


If you expected sunshine,
Sitting on a terrace
With a cool glass of wine
And feeling, just fine

Then,
I hate to disappoint
Dearie,
But it seems,
The odds
Are heavily
Against you

The weather gods
Decided their jobs
Was to make you sob

Like the true sociopaths
Bringing on their wrath
Even if you did not need a bath

But soaking wet
Soon you’ll be
If you think
The game is set
Maybe
It is time to flee

Or then

Just forget,
The bummer
After all
It is summer
And just
Another day
In July

Triptych of the outdoors


“There are always three of them, aren’t there!” Gun Roswell

Not saving any ink
Painted all in pink
The houses stand tall
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
In the harbour
From port to starboard
Yes, it’s a fort
Having stood there for a time very long

July is for Pink


“Pink they be, but pretty as can be!” Gun Roswell

A sunny reminder
Of the days of summer
But then we found out
It was actually September
Oh, what a bummer!

Oh well, any ways,
As long as there is no snow
And the winds won’t blow
We won’t have a cow!

The Voice – The Words – Listen?

“Hearing the words spoken? Seeing those words written on the wall? They must all speak the truth? But are you listening?” Gun Roswell

“Can you hear my voice?”
It asked

“Listen to my voice”
It continued

“Walk towards my voice”
It beckoned

Finally, standing there in front of the wall, with a can of spray in my hand, I had made my statement

I hear a voice
Anyone else?
Are you listening?

Luminous, they be


“It’s like a phrase from a fantasy movie or similar, being luminous and all…. oh well, guess that one I did do and stole” Gun Roswell

Illuminated
Elated
Dedicated
Awaited

Luminous things of nature
In this frozen portraiture
Not just a summer’s feature
But living, breathing creatures

Fated
Sacred
Created
Illuminated

Green, totally taking over

“Something peculiar about the summer feel, as it seems, everything has gone totally green!” Gun Roswell


Green, is the front yard
Green, is the colour of the greeting card
Green, is the mind of this bard
Green, you cannot discard

Green, now also Red Rover
Green, like the four leaf clover
Green, is summer’s exposure
Green, is taking over