Posted in Haiku
“Alone at last” Gun Roswell
Alone
The last of the colours
The last of its kind, remaining until
Gone forever since it’s time
It hang there for a
While, changing its colours with the seasons
Clinging on for dear life
In wind and rain and
Storms, even pouring snow falls but now
It is time to say goodbye
Posted in Haiku
“Floating on fluff” Gun Roswell
Blue with fluffy
Skies in blue with fluffy
Clouds so soft you want to run
Your fingers gently through them
Posted in Haiku
“A warm day with sunshine” Gun Roswell
Sunshine
Sun, warm on my skin
Left the coat inside, going for a
Ride, on this cool day
Posted in Haiku
“Fall has descended” Gun Roswell
Black Berries
Buried berries in the bush
Pitch black against the colours of lush
Do not eat, they’re poisonous
Posted in Throwback Thursday
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”
Charles Dickens
Contrasts
Enjoyed the fall
On many a stroll
At the door
Winter is knocking
With white
Everything blocking
Posted in Daily Photo
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia
Did not promise much
But delivered more
And as such,
I truly you adore
Posted in Daily Photo
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia
You are soft
You are warm
You are colourful
Your are plentiful
Posted in Daily Photo
“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” Jarod Kintz
September in Suburbia
Today,
We are past midway
For the Autumn month
Of September
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery
Fall Memories
The front porch
Lit up like a torch
In the fall’s late hours
Before the winter showers
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery
Fall Memories
Leaves are turning red
In the flowerbed
But soon the branches
Will them shed
