“There as so many colours out here, I don’t know how I can manage with them all, but I love them just the same” Gun Roswell
Red Leaves of spring
Bright Red they be
Pink and Pretty for a while too
Perhaps Orange just a few
Bright and Pink most of them though
And then back to red again
I could spend
The whole day counting the colours
Pretty as are the odours
“There is something to be said about the colours when spring is finally here!” Gun Roswell
Pretty, in yellow
In the sunshine, they mellow
Yelling out loudly hello
For all passing by
But never lasting forever
“Sometimes, the spring really comes along, even if it looks like winter will be here for a while long” Gun Roswell
First signs of spring
When the buds start to sing
Multiplying every hour
Spring is finally here,
Nobody is feeling sour!
”It’s another Monday again folks, but today it seems to be so much nicer!” Gun Roswell
Creepy Crawly
It was there, on the leaf
Against the sun, so difficult to see
But by accident it appeared
On the picture, so weird
A creepy crawly
On the day so balmy
But it’s part of nature
So really, do not hate her
All them creatures great and small
Are present from spring till fall
Sit down, enjoy them all
Soon enough, there will be snow!
“Sometimes it rains, in spring it does too, and yeah, these days, it rains a lot!” Gun Roswell
The grass, looking oh so green
It is finally that time, the time of spring
All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…
But, then,
Out of the total and unexpected blue
Bigger than life, some of them football size
(honestly!)
Totally white and really cold snowballs
From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall
WTF?
Well, you expected a change in the weather
And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!
“The spring has finally sprout out, the yellows and green certain proof of it.” Gun Roswell
Spring Day in Yellow and Green
A sunny spring day
Nothing to it, just lay
In the pile of hay
Blue is the water
Be a sea otter
Dive into the sea
And be a water squatter
Today is the start of spring
It really begun on the bells’ ding
Now join the chorus and sing
“Oh sprint time
A merry time
I am feeling just fine
Now have some fun
Fun on a dime
It’s ok, it’s sprint time!”
“The blue water the only divider between me and my dream of living on that special kind of island” Gun Roswell
Spring on a secret island
I am living
On a secret island
I just keep smiling
Thinking about
My tiny piece of land
No one can understand
Until they have landed
On this tiny
Place of sand
My land, my island
“Sometimes, it’s nice, to simply hang around the yard, sit under the apple tree and observe nature” Gun Roswell
Spring time under the apple tree
A seat so close
You can surely get a doze
Of the fragrancy of the tree
Filled with greenest of leaves
And fully blooming white flowers
Which might just have the power
To turn the gloom in to a boom
And bring forth the time of spring
And make this day of Monday
So much better than any other day!
”It’s another day of spring again folks, but today the weather simply seems to be so much nicer than it did yesterday… could it be the fact that the sun shining?” Gun Roswell
Red House
The old-style house on the hill
Against the back drop it just chills
Never mind the construction
It has always avoided destruction
Sitting so pretty, in another wise (shitty)
New style concrete block environment
The red house is surely gets its adornment
A contrast, built to forever last
(Maybe some fixing needed, the owner admits)
But so cute, so rare
It must be spared!
The tiny red house on the hill with a mouse
And in this image still, it looks like the house
Made for Jack and Jill
(or Juliet and Jill or Jack and Gill, which ever you prefer)
For everyone really, in it to chill
So, come on in, have a coffee
They even server baked muffins with toffee!
“So many colours out there, you go nuts!” Gun Roswell
Spring cacophony in Red
The red dominated the scene
Even left behind, was all the green
Fading into the black and white
As the red had finally got on its fight
Against the dreary and dull
With temperatures below the null
From now on nothing but strong colours
With lots of delightfully intoxicating odours
Spring has sprung
The world is feeling young
So, go out and enjoy the scenery
Which now exist in plenty
Guess it is really that time
When sitting outside
With a cool glass of wine
And no longer living in the phase of stun
But going out there, for some long awaited fun
Rantings Of A Third Kind 