“It’s definitely happening, summer is on the horizon, so just keep on looking, be vigilant and perhaps you will stumble on it!” Gun Roswell
Blue, green and red
Onto nature’s canvas painted
Looking ahead
After Spring
Summer will spread
“The sea does not care what time of the year it is, or does it?” Gun Roswell
Soon, after summer, fall follows 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
“It’s raining again, those watery droplets, soon after for a while remain” Gun Roswell
“More water,
I need more water”
Said the sea otter
As he played with Flotter
Getting even more hotter
“Waiter,
Where is that damned water?
I made the order
At least ten minutes ago!”
“They’re like small bells, swinging gently in the low winds” Gun Roswell
As the summer wind softly blows
The delicate white bells glow
From the sunlight’s reflection
You can almost see, the perfection
“It’s an architectural puzzle” Gun Roswell
Not saving any ink
Painted pink
The house stands tall
Winter, Spring, Summer and fall
In the harbour
From port to starboard
“The beach of the last resort, now but a faded memory at this point“ Gun Roswell
A faded image of the beach, I used to visit, summers ago, when everything was a go. Hop on a train or plane or even an automobile, to get the feel, of fake freedom for a few weeks. Still, whatever the time allotted might have been, it was important to be seen, as enjoying the time off, even if it might have caused, some monetary blocks and maybe a few scoffs of where to finally go. Still, it was better than hanging around the house, that old louse, as chores from the year past had piled up, and sorting all that up was no fun at all. So, to stall, once again and completely ignore the mess left behind, taking off to new vistas out there, was only a fair reward for the work done over the months am I right? So, after all the dust had settled from the wrestles of which way the heading should be, off to the airport with a minimal baggage the whole kit and caboodle was seen to be.
The place selected finally visible through the small windows of the vessel heading towards the landing sight, but there might have been a slight plight, as the whole run way was the length of the back home street. But, luckily, the pilot did the deed great and then soon enough without much of hesitate, heading towards the final lodging, where the two weeks of fun and frolicking under the sun, had begun. Before any unpacking was done, the beach was the first on the list, naturally, as back home, we had never even heard of such a thing. Water, sand? What on earth was that? So, getting geared up, with some huff and puff, soon enough landing on the perfect spot, like so many others had done, but hey, there was plenty of room, so scoot, over there, close to the waters edge.
After some adjusting, with the pale skin and hot sun, the day was getting towards the fun and some. Each and every day, despite the lack of whole lot of other activities, except those found there on the beach, was spent with gusto as it was part of the must, after all this was the time off and nothing like this could be done back home. So, before anyone even realised, two weeks had passed and it was time to head home. Naturally, there were so many photos snapped during the stay, some of them clear throwaways, but alas, some gems remained. And those are the ones, each time during the lack of fun, here at home, are looks upon. Reminders of fond times, when we all managed to smile, at least, most of them time.
“The red coloured bug looks mighty snug seated on the leaf” Gun Roswell
In the middle of summer,, all kinds of loud hummers will fly you by
But the one most likely candidate which will surely make you smile
Is the one born in the bright red colour and a dozen dots on its back
And that simple fact, makes this tiny bug, one of the most prettiest
It’s not just out of a jest, that this red one wins the buggy contest
Simply look at it, the perfection of its armoury, as it looks quite adoring
A true winner of miss nature, being one of the prettiest of bug creatures
So, giving the kudos and crown toggle one whom one the great title
Even if it was simply sitting pretty, posing for the camera set on idle
So, do salute the red clad lady bug, whenever you might her closely pass
Sitting pretty on a flower or a long lush green leaf for the duration of summer
And do hurry, as this pretty thing, can only be seen during the long months
Of warmth and fun, May, June, July and August, maybe even longer
Depending whether the weather might remain mildly warmer in the fall
“The sun is shining, on the other side, over there, across the sea, somewhere else but definitely not here“ Gun Roswell
There is sunshine, on the other side, the proof delivered by a witness, who dared to peek through the curtain, and then, after seeing the miracle, snapped the picture, as proof!
As of now, the summer is officially over, as September has just reared is ugly head and instead of getting a cooling down situation outside, the plummet in daily temperatures, not to mention all the down pour, has definitely not left any of us scored.
So, even after complaining about the whole too warm summer time, having lasted for such a short while, the winter season is upon, the sunshine, the warmth the greens, all but gone.
Luckily though, in the dreams and pictures, some of it can be relived, when huddling down frozen cold because of as was foretold, it is the season of rain and behold, soon enough – snow!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
