“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!
“The flowers of summer are so pretty, one cannot help but spend some time gawking at them” Gun Roswell
Summer, never a bummer, for those loving to frolic in the midst of the lush green fields, without any kind of shield on their person, running amok, that much is certain!
Still, picking up a few flowers, perhaps the body to adorn, or simply, them to adore, whatever the situation is, nobody will be amiss, of the warmth surrounding them all, a perfect utopia, Eden, this time of year is for them all.
And so, whether you are a lover of the flowers, the colours or simply running about nekkid in among the greens, this feeling of summer will never you leave.
“Summer is definitely still here, as per proof, the hot weather, skimpy outfits and reddish sunburns, which really do hurt! And those, are just few of the vibes, of the summer’s jive!“ Gun Roswell
Summer is always such a special time for most of us anyway. As it comes by every now and again. And while summer only lasts for a brief moment in time. Perhaps it is just fine. As then, it is much more easy to admire. All that it is to worship the plentitude of nature as it hits. Out of the blue, all green, yellow and well, blue too.
Take it all in, let it grab your heart and then you too can sing. As soon enough, the rough of the upon coming fall. Followed only by the cold and harsh of winter stalls, all the time in the world. While seemingly lasting forever. But will make the Summer Time, feel so much more better.
“Something about spring, when the boats are out, and the island life beckons…” Gun Roswell
Island life awaits
On an island time to be spent
In the middle of the city
This is truly the fine land
Life worth a giddy
In my pretend fantasy
“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!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 