“Even the most mundane can be pretty during the Fall.” Gun Roswell
Suburbia living
Is quite fitting
Eternal kicking
Sometimes ripping
But ones chipping in
You are fitting in
Suburbia and the Fall
Red, red, red and then some
Tall and orange, the shadows be
“It might be late in the summer, autumn time even, but the colours are as vibrant as ever, in the local small market place here as I them see“ Gun Roswell
The shadows so tall, as the setting sun is going down, now the summer is finally over, but fear not, as the colourful tents at the market place, will continue the spirit of the warm season long until the end of autumn, only disappearing with the first signs of snow, and even then, the more bolder shopkeepers, will brave the elements, while setting up their orange tents each and every day, until the winter storms settle over the place for good.
Hanging low, the sunset is
“It is once again that time of the year when the sun will fear the upon coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting, but it’s so red and pretty!” 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’.
The rays will remain there on the surface just one more moment time to
Autumn Ambience
“It’s pretty outside, the sun hardly there, but when it shines, all the colours come alive” Gun Roswell
The colourful autumn leaves
Gently in the early morning light heave
Soon it will be eve
And the sun will take its leave
But no need to grieve
Just fall asleep and dream
For soon enough, an other day weaves
Pink as can be!
“Sometimes even the faded colours can be oh so very pretty” Gun Roswell
Faded colour
Faded odour
Reminiscent, of summer
For it too,
Will loose its colours
And turn to slumber
When Autumn falls
A paradise found?
“Sometimes, a paradise is a place, other times, it can be a fleeting moment in time” Gun Roswell
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
Burning brightly with all kinds of reds
“Fall is the most colourful season a photographer could ever wish for, as nature is positively glowing with the most bright shades of reds!” Gun Roswell
The fall of summer, did not turn out to be a bummer after all, as all the great colours, came out for the ball of a festival, arranged special, to celebrate the turning of season, surely a very good reason to do just that. After all, wouldn’t anyone get a tad bored, of all the green in control, over the whole of the summer, and it seems, they still are trying to hold on, despite the colder weather having a grasp of the nights long at last. But, that does not really matter as the fact of it is, that one without the other won’t exist, but, they cannot do so, all at once. So, in the natural order of things, each of them will have to take turns when they will their arias sing, as the cold blues and whites will own the winter time, the greenish tints starting from spring until summer and when the autumn finally falls, all the fiery best are released as the harvest feasts, turn all of nature to a mild wild fire of reds. And that is the joy of the season of fall.
Watery Edge
“Be careful out there, it’s a slippery slope, the edge that is, so don’t fall off!” Gun Roswell
When standing on the edge
I made this solemn pledge
To dive in
Even if,
There would be ice thin
Luckily,
This September weather
Is a reminiscent of a soft feather
More so,
Than a rainy autumn
Boy,
Must the Forecast Gods feel dumb!
First Frost of the Year
“Be prepared, the cold weather is here! Soon, it will be summer no more, as winter, always wins, as it is, strong.” Gun Roswell
Nature in pending status
Almost like being on hiatus
Leaves of multicolour
Covered with sugary frost
The misty air softly hovers
Over last night’s rain drops
Now frozen in their spots
A glimmer of sunlight
The only a reflection in sight
Soon enough the colour fades
The frost of rain only remains
And the Autumn turns
To Winter
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
