“This year, the nature won’t fear, the coming of winter, rather dwelling in the warmth of the fall, bringing out all the colours so fabulous.” Gun Roswell
Something about this time of the year
There is no fear, the closeness of it all so real
At least for a while that is
As soon, there will be change in the air
The winter closing in, I fear
“There is just something about fall, the calmness, even the warmth, the rain soft just before, the storm hits, but not until October. So, stay a while, September?” Gun Roswell
Today
Is one of the many days
For the Autumn month
Of September
You are soft
You are still warm
You are very colourful
Your are certainly plentiful
Did not promise much at start
But apparently, delivering the more
And as such
I truly you adore
“Yeah, it’ definitely a bright show out there, with all them colours as provided by Mother Nature!” Gun Roswell
The colours are of plenty
The wind cooling gently
Nature filled with changes
Much like the turning of pages
On your favourite book!
“Sometimes, nature will leave you by surprise, continuing sunny warm days long into the fall!” Gun Roswell
Rain, rain, rain
And some more rain
But, wait… what?
Today, no rain?
Surprisingly sunny
To the point of funny
The air soft and warm
I could have sworn
It was late summer
But oh bummer
I wasn’t grinning
Because,
It was the beginning
Of September
“The colour is pink, yes indeed, even the window is reflecting the same true colour, the one of pink” Gun Roswell
Yesterdays reflected
From old discarded windows
An old shack
Once painted black
Now boasting, the colour pink
It’s an eye sore some say
But others, smile and
In front of it for a moment stay
It’s not useful anymore
Who knows what secrets
Within it are stored
But for now, the windows
And the doors
Remain locked of course
And maybe someday
You may find the key
Which unlocks them all
“Red is a pretty colour, true. Perhaps a tad on the nose, but yeah, pretty!” Gun Roswell
“I see red”
Said Ted
As toward the shed
Painted red
He quickly fled
Unfortunately
A fence,
Also, painted red
Made his trek
Short instead
“There is something to be said about the colours when spring is finally here!” Gun Roswell
Pretty, in yellow
In the sunshine, they mellow
Yelling out loudly hello
For all passing by
But never lasting forever
“So many colours out there, you go nuts!” Gun Roswell
Spring cacophony in Red
The red dominated the scene
Even left behind, was all the green
Fading into the black and white
As the red had finally got on its fight
Against the dreary and dull
With temperatures below the null
From now on nothing but strong colours
With lots of delightfully intoxicating odours
Spring has sprung
The world is feeling young
So, go out and enjoy the scenery
Which now exist in plenty
Guess it is really that time
When sitting outside
With a cool glass of wine
And no longer living in the phase of stun
But going out there, for some long awaited fun
“Spring brings forth so many beautiful colours, it’s just mind blowing!” Gun Roswell
Spring cacophony on the tree tops
Look up at the tree tops
The buds have really popped
As nothing could have the spring stopped
And it finally topped
The cruel grey season
Lasting too long, almost like treason
By Mother Nature as only she can
Release all the growth from their wintry prison
But now the wait is over
And the colours are all over and everywhere
Dance around in the fields over there
And sing a song of spring in here
“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell
Blue, Green and Yellow
When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget
Rantings Of A Third Kind 