“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
“Spring brings forth so many beautiful colours, it’s just mind blowing!” Gun Roswell
Spring cacophony on the tree tops
Look up at the tree tops
The buds have really popped
As nothing could have the spring stopped
And it finally topped
The cruel grey season
Lasting too long, almost like treason
By Mother Nature as only she can
Release all the growth from their wintry prison
But now the wait is over
And the colours are all over and everywhere
Dance around in the fields over there
And sing a song of spring in here
“The moment not lasting too long, the blue hues of nature, just before the setting sun, is a total wonder” Gun Roswell
Blue Moment Descends
Something old
Something new
Something stolen
Something blue
A moment in time
Forever frozen
Captured
By an image
In the mind’s eye
And possibly
Forever
In bits and bytes
“We only have two seasons here in Finntown, the dreary dreaded winter lasting for nine months, then some too hot weather followed by pouring cold rain, followed by snow again. Yep, we’re so boring that way!” Gun Roswell
Snow but it’s Spring?
Last remnants of winter?
Forget the time for slumber
It’s way past January
Look it up in the calendar
It says: April
So where is spring?
Can’t you hear me sing?
Praises for you to arrive!
“Again with this thing? Can’t it go away already? Winter, please, exit to the left, and let spring arrive!” Gun Roswell
It’s snowing again!
Oh winter, oh winter
Please go away
As I don’t think I am bitter
But to be honest
I wish you to be gone-st
I really loved you at first
Now I am dying of thirst
Of a summer that is
The warm and colours
All them flowery odours
So hear me plead
And be gone!
Please!
“It’s blinding like the light supposedly bright, brought on by the sun as the spring has sprung? Poetic, perhaps, but it seems the winter still longer will last.” Gun Roswell
White as in Winter only Spring?
Whiter than white
The blanket so tight
Woven onto the ground
And into our minds
Yes it’s winter?
But wasn’t it supposed to be spring?
Oh joy!?
(She says sarcastically
What she means really)
Quite the splinter
And a clever ploy!
More snow pouring down
Even if it was supposed to have calmed down
Weeks ago!
First it was nice
Now it seems
You are staying
Just of spite?
Or making a comeback
Every Fortnite?
“No winter lasts forever… and then, we found out differently didn’t we! As the snowy weather hit the fans like the proverbial sh.t with so much pouring down! With all the winter gear packed away because was waiting for summer to arrive, alas, this is what happened! So much more snow! Thankfully though, still had my woollen socks to spare!” Gun Roswell
Footsteps in the… snow? Oh no! Where did spring go?
There are no missteps they said
Just follow in them ready made footsteps
And what did I find?
A reward of a different kind?
…A pair of woollen socks!
Waiting by the docks!
Thank goodness though
As winter came back out of nowhere!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 