“The time of the year when the sun will fear the coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting” Gun Roswell
End of the day will come no matter the times.
It can be a little later or even earlier depending on the seasonal chime.
For the late autumn or fall, the light of the day will try to stall.
But never winning against the night the darkness soon upon.
The sun though never faltering its stance no matter the dance.
Late in the year or early in the hours of the new morn’.
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
Autumn descended, over the land of green
The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen
But, the one constant shade, in this, all
Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall
Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues
Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue
The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind
When the world around you, has not been, that kind
Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think
Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink
It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days
Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze
Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine
Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine
So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues
Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!
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
What can you find
Behind arch number five?
Something perhaps utterly divine?
Something long since lost or a new discovery fine?
“The colours simply inviting, to take a seat, even if it might be, in the middle of a busy street“ Gun Roswell
The streets of the small city, not really something too giddy, simply a stop on a route of a larger tour, trying to pack in as much to see as possible
But, the quaint and colourful respites all around the city’s streets, might just peek, the curiosity, to either find more of them, or then, to simply take a load off, after all, the tour is rather tough
Whether you will find more of these seats, spread across the many and narrow streets, rest assured, those snaps you might just have clicked, will be the source of plenty of likes, perhaps on the internets, or simply at a long evening’s travel recap
The light droplets of rain
Falling onto the open plane
The air cool and crisp
The wind but a wisp
The nature lush and green
Everything new and clean
Today something strange happened
Leaving most of us quite baffled
Something called “the sun” appeared
With its striking rays all of the sky smeared
Out from our caves we emerged
Rubbing our eyes in an urge
The sun boss, the sun!
Someone shouted
It was no pun
Even though doubted
There had been many a tales
Like someone seeing the whales
Of such oddities happening before
But never ever in the wildest dreams
Would we hoped to have scored
Or so it seems
Now, bearing witness
To this unusual event
The sun really existing
Like an early Christmas present
The light disappearing
Behind the dark curtain
All eyes are tearing
Afraid of a hurting
Is the sky falling down
On this little town
The ever present ancient fear
Of the light bearing sphere
To be swallowed by the beast
All of us be ceased
Huddling closer together
Hoping it’s just the weather
Playing tricks on us fools
The sun has almost set
Soon it is time to get
Indoors before getting wet
It will rain soon, I’ll bet
It is the moment of calm
Before the coming of the storm
