“Something so mysterious about those ripples forming there, like mini wormholes they be.” Gun Roswell
Soon, September comes with sniffles
Thought of that gives me wrinkles
Looking at the water’s surface filled with ripples
As it smiles with all its dimples
Life in August, smooth and simple
And today, is Friday, so just whistle
“There are plenty of summer cottages out there, just need to look for them, maybe stay there for free?” Gun Roswell
The rather flimsily built house,
Perhaps not even fit for a field mouse,
But it’s well ventilated just the same,
Even if it does not hold that much thunder and rain,
Alas, during a day of most perfect sunshine;
It’s the best place to inside hide,
Just remember to wear lots of sunblock!
“The flowers in the garden sure are blooming right now” Gun Roswell
Leaves of purest greens, so totally slender and and sleek. Some of them looking nourished and clean. While others are eaten and filled with holes, most likely done by the feasting bugs and worms. But, no matter their status, they all have a past. Even if not from a very long time ago and their existence will not that long last. Still, for this very moment, they are standing tall and strong in the summer’s warmth, bathing in the rays deserved by all.
Swaying gently with the soft winds lulling them during the days longer. Only waiting for a flyby bug or a small bird deciding to stop on the branch for a brief sing while flapping their wings. Looming gently over the small buds of a flowers to be, which hide beneath these protective sleeves until such time when they sprout out in the air and looking for their fair share, of admiration. And all this simply because the green coloured armours have shielded their growth until the day they are strong enough to come out and make their way towards the skies just like those leaves did before them and now, it is time for the backstage.
“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!
“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!
“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
“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”
“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
“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!
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 