“Something about this, time of the year, this, fall, autumn, whatever it’s called, it’s so, gorgeous!” Gun Roswell
The sun was beckoning
Behind the closed window shades
The outside warm and welcoming
Blue skies and colours splayed
On the tableau drawn by nature
Quite the creator
Of beauty and awe
Almost dropped my jaw
When I stepped outside
And stared at the scene in front of me with pride
“There is still sunshine left in all of us, even during this time of… fall.” Gun Roswell
“The sun is shining, on the other side, over there, across the sea, somewhere else but definitely not here“
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!
“Autumn, is here and it’s pretty, but it’s also getting colder day by day, less of the sun to be seen, guess, this means, it’s time, for some sleep?” Gun Roswell
Early, before the sunrise, alas today, it wasn’t going to smile
The cloud covered, grey and dark in coloured, low hanging skies
Were preparing, for the upon coming time, that of the polar nights
“But, it was just summer!”
Someone prompted like it was a bummer
“Yeah, and soon we will have snow”
The other piled on quickly in the other ones tow
“Quit yammering about the weather you two,
Because soon, it will be too dark and too cold
To even dare to step out from the home old!”
The third ones comment, surely shut their mouths
But whether the weather, was the topic or not
This time of the year, was always, welcomed with a scoff
As slumbering into darkness, was no way to get off
The difference at this time, between night and day
Was hardly visible, to the beady eyes now slain
By the blurred visions, from too long indoors staying
Only the cloudy and grey skies outside remained
And even those ones, who would like to complain
Had to admit, that it was cozy, inside their own domains
After all, this was a yearly thing in stall
For all those small dwellers, up the far north
Pending their time, before the coming of
Some other type of seasonal weather
But that was a topic, after this time, of fall
“Fall is here, and so, as the name says, the leaves will a fall…. every which way!” Gun Roswell
Leaves have fallen on the ground
The sun hanging low in the horizon
The warm colours painting the trees
The warm red as far as eye can see
November’s day cool and crispy
The weather maybe a little misty
“All those pretty colours! Not really sure as to where to turn my head, fall, is so pretty!” Gun Roswell
Finally, weekend
Truly a godsend
A time to enjoy and relax
Lift your feet up and chillax
But, being my usual self
Could not just sit down
Grabbed the camera from the shelf
And ran down town
Sunlight on Saturday
Watching the shadows play
Colours of leaves in abundance
The birds and flies doing a dance
Sun warming the air
Not a time to despair
The cold and damp weather
Replaced by light and high pressure
“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
“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
“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.
“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 
