“It’s going to be night again, as the blues descends over the land” Gun Roswell
right before the darkness descends
in a magical time nature spends
it always seems such a surprise
when the blue moment arrives
the ambience setting the hue
in the coolest colour of blue
not quite dark
not quite light
the land and sky merging
into the blue surging
time coming to a stall
calming one and all
but only for a moment
before the night descends
“Yep, it’s summer!” Gun Roswell
Early morning
Sun barely yawning
It’s light outside
Despite the early hours time
The cooling breeze
But not enough to make you freeze
The air misty
The clouds soft and twisted
Moon going to sleep
The ocean dark and deep
A solitary bird shrieking
Possibly a worm seeking
Few people on their way to work
Me on me leisure time, lips on a smirk
Finally shedding the heavy winter coat
Feeling light, relaxed, without a load
“Soon it will be winter again?” Gun Roswell
The summer finally came after a long wait
A dark and cold winter taunted us long after its expiration date
Minus degrees, snow, ice and sleet
Wondering what we did to deserve this shit
So, finally, blue skies, high as the eagle flies, warmth and happiness, without the snappiness
Or so you would think, because it finally sank in, there is a spin:
It’s hotter than hell, like some daemons spell
The pavement is melting, the walls are welting , I am yelling
Enough, now on with the rain, this warm, it’s making my brain pain
A cool breeze there is not, only hot hot hot
Dry is the grass, dry is the river, dry is my mouth, and I ain’t even a singer
So give the zinger and pour some water, on to this poor land under and its daughter
They say I should not complain, just glad remain
For soon the summer is over and shovelling snow over the shoulder
Is the most dumb task you can do, yelling summer could not be here too soon
But I a built for a climate cold, and this warming up I really getting too old
“Skywatching in Summer” Gun Roswell
Sun into the ocean fell
Cast, a spell of red over horizon
Until the moon is arising
“It is harvest time, in the garden, and not just for us humans” Gun Roswell
Behind, the lush grown, hidden small size gates
A tiny, really old dwelling, the on looker baits
And, for the odd traveller, just passing by
To simply dare, to step, inside
For there is nothing more alluring, than the unknown and divine
The cottage, once, in screaming bright red painted
But now, mostly, the exterior’s inviting flash, is all faded
It is as quaint as the trimmings of the windows
But still standing strong, even after all the wind blows
And into the past, the history, it invites to explore
Guarded, by the tiniest of inanimate gnomes
Sitting there, in a solemn quiet and an orderly row
They seem smiling and totally life like
And, if you dare to misstep, then you will feel their spite
For they are the guardians of the cottage’s life
The trees, now filled with apples, oranges and berries
After all, it is that time, most of us cherish
The Autumn falling slowly, onto the waiting land
With all the colours so bright, you can hardly stand
Foliage, they dwellers say, and then, offer you a hand
It is now, near harvest time, for both the bees, birds and human kind
Every single living thing gathering their reward, knowing, they have scored
When their stomachs are filled with delicious nectar and food
From apples, oranges, berries, and all, who can really and honestly choose!
So step into the world of wonder, you really have nothing to lose!
“A flower a day, keeps the bad mood away, at least for a while I think” Gun Roswell
Nature at its very best during the times of warmth when the rest of us just want to rest, lay about and do absolutely nothing. But these pretty things of colours in various purples, keep sprouting up from the ground even if there has been no rain for a while. But it doesn’t really matter how these pretty ones came to be alive as simply looking at them for a while, makes one in a better mood and giving at least, a slight smile and that in itself is simply fine.
So, let those flowers keep on popping up, wherever they want. As this time of the year might be the only one the pretty ones appear. As soon as the weather changes to something cold and unpredictable, the flowers in the fields will start to fall. For now at least, enjoy, listen and view, to the magnificence of the purples and sometimes blues as soon enough, you will wake up, to sub zero temperatures and then only in memories, or photographs if possible, those joys of the summer days of warmth, the flowers in such colourful purples.
“Green and yellow, in the meadow, those signs of summer for all to see.” Gun Roswell
The floral scene
Filled with green
Like summer beans
Filling this screen
“The darkness follows the light, well, most of times, except up here in the North, during summer. Now winter, well, that is a whole different story!” Gun Roswell
Days thankfully long and filled with so much sunshine
That lazy me, can be splayed across the subbed ever so fine
The clouds above practically none existent and quite fluffy too
As there is nothing else to see above there except skies of blue
Well, maybe just another airplane landing bringing more of us
Whom are finally allowed to take a vacation on this same spot
Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight
Where nothing is done except leisure just for the sake of pleasure
The long days, and short nights, spent, lazily under the sun
Or those with courage, hauling their asses to the beach
Where all kinds of waterspouts is just in a short reach
Describing this time out of the every day grind as everything fun
Hell yeah, day or night, it just is so unexpected but totally right
When there is little or nothing else to do around the poolside
Except spend it on yourself and those you care for in life
“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!
“The sounds of splashing water, reminds me, of summer, days spent by the seaside, watching the waves coming to shore“ Gun Roswell
Water around splashed, as the blurry projectile, into the cooling waves dashed
It wasn’t officially, the season for any kind of water games, but it was all the same
For the adventurous crusader of the elements, taking the plunge without hesitance
The others would just have to wait, the fire, the wind, even digging in the dirt
As the inviting liquid, no matter what state it was in, cold, hot, stormy or even
Tornado level tsunamis leaving, the ever venturing object of a body heaving
In anticipation of the varied feelings, when playing among those alluring components
Made by free, well, almost, by nature itself, a long time ago, so, even if exited
Just try to take it slow and enjoy, all the waves possibly caused, while diving in
There is no loose or even a win, just a moment of fun, while riding ever so high
On the tall waves of the splashing waters, frolicking around with the sea otters
And after all that needed to be done, for the fun, the adventurer will return, home
Rantings Of A Third Kind 