Red as in Sunset

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“The sunset painted the sky red” Gun Roswell

Hot ball of fire high up in the skies

A rounded ball
Ball of fire
Fire so strong
Strong enough to keep going
Going for an eternity
Eternity lasting for a day
Day of light
Light of the sun
Sun now setting
Setting until dawn
Dawn awaited for the night
Night so dark
Dark as the black skies
Skies soon turning
Turning to the blues
Blues before the light
Light so bright
Bright as the sun
Sun giving life
Life going on below
Below on the ground
Ground never the skies
Skies are so high
High as the stars
Stars cannot be reached
Reached with my hand
Hand raised high up
Up towards the skies
Skies, never stop watching!

The many faces of the moon

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“The moon has many faces, even if it may just show the one to us“ Gun Roswell

The many faces of the moon

The shiniest of balls coming out at night

After winning against the sun its eternal fight

Hanging there on the spot regular as the work of the clock

The moon may be half or less its size, or full which is nice

The way printed onto sky, looking like a permanent smile

Depending naturally on the angle of the current viewer

But see, turn your head just a bit, and there it is!

The wide big grin of the moon – ding ding!

Suburban Sunrise 

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“No matter where you are, near or far, the sunrise is a sight for sore eyes” Gun Roswell

Suburban Sunrise 

The longer you stare
    Into the bright glare
    The red gets in control
    Devouring the sky whole

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From Morn till Dusk

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“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell


From Morn till Dusk

As the early morning darkness fades
I am set and ready on my way
Hoping, not to be too late
To catch, at least, a glimpse, of the rising light
With my own, two dark eyes
And to admire that, of the magnificent sun’s rise
Watching the sky
I never feel like a spy
Only to simply admire
Of the marvels of what expires
When Mother Nature
Plays around like a true painter
Making art work of the simplest of things
Which will make each our hearts sing

Bright ball of light in the skies

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“Sunshine is always good, when it shines like it should” Gun Roswell 

Bright ball of light in the skies

Sunshine and bright blue skies makes one smile 

Grey skies and thunderstorms might too be fine

But the snowy vistas of winter with everything bright

Then add to that a shiny ball of sunny rays 

And no amount of gloom here will stay

And that is why winter with snow is so great

Except when it’s really not

And then only wishing for days hot

Filled with sunshine all day long

The setting moon

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“The moon is setting, making way for the rising sun, if you are letting it, but perhaps try time to stall” Gun Roswell 

The setting moon

The moon will be gone, for a moment at least, while the sun rises, but hey, it’s all good, as the glowing dusty ball, will be right back there again when the night starts to fall, and then, once again, basking under the moonlit sky, with a heavy hearted sigh, is possible for the short while, the sun is gone, until the next morn’, when the same cycle will be starting all over again.

The Sun

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“The sun is shining again, after a long time being on the bend, at least, here, Up North, there is hardly any kind of daylight seen, not until now, the sun so bright, here is definitely light, in the darkness” Gun Roswell

The Sun

The sun became the very one, a synonym for late spring and summer, because before it was a total bummer, rain and wind, snow and cold for a while long, but now, it’s starting to look a lot like not x-mas, rather the days of something else, greens, blues and other colours too, life everywhere sprouting out, and all someone had to do was to shout; summer is here!

But, do not fear, winter will get back on schedule soon enough, if you are interested in that kind of stuff, like the snow and the sleet, when you totally get cold feet, but for now, let’s simply look up at the skies, as times do fly and soon enough, there warmth of the sunny rays, will be to bed laid.

Up there in the high skies, the moon spies us

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“The moon is always shining, up there in the high skies, even if it is not so bright” Gun Roswell 

Up there in the high skies, the moon spies us

The day bright and full with sunshine, the skies blue as can be, but there is one thing so totally off and perhaps even wrong, as there is something up there too, mixing with the calmest and coolest of hues. Any that, is the dimly lit moon, hovering above us all, not afraid to fall, over the horizon, where it as supposed to be for at least the time of day, when the sun should be the one to dominate, but it seems today, that is not the case. As if being an opposite kind and of a day, with the nightly vision hanging there, as by someone’s decision to leave it up there, for whatever purpose it might serve, no one really knows, but as long as the winds blow and the earth keeps on rotating like it is supposed to, there really is no reason for panic, even if this is not going as planned, and perhaps this unusual event is not to prevent the sun from shining, rather enhancing the experience for us dwellers on the ground.

The moon in the background over there

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“The moon is always there, always present, always hanging there, in the background, day or night, it’s got its space covered, apparently “ Gun Roswell 

The moon in the background over there

The all mighty and powerful moon, some say, it was up there in the tall skies, way too soon, as it was only past afternoon, the skies still blue even if there had not been a sun up there for a while. But, there really were no complaints about it, as most dwellers really enjoyed seeing the always very mysterious and its magical dim light, shining more than bright on this day.

The secret though, is not that the moon will go, into hiding for any kind of show, sun, thunder or whatever is thrown upon the small planet and the living creatures below. As this hunk of rock hanging out there in space just above the blue globe it stays, it really never goes away! Hanging in hiding, in the background of the day and in the spotlight during the night, having its personal space all day long, even if the light is not that strong, as it really is not, even its very own, rather borrowed from the sun, and aint’ that all a great big pun!

Red sky in the evening light

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“The setting sun, is always fun to look at, at least until the darkness settles, when the moon gets all the attention” Gun Roswell

Red sky in the evening light

The sun, late in the evening, settling down, even if it was only just the time of “pre-evening”, still early, to get the skies all dark, as the search for more light, was on the agenda of the day dwellers, trying to do so once again in a hurry, as the sunlight was fast failing and the darkness would lead them to a doom if they had nothing to use to keep the monsters at bay, especially those whom were of the sunshine afraid.

But, soon enough, the sun started setting fast and painting the skies in reds, oranges and yellows for a moment to only last, as a sign for those dwellers to hurry it up, as too soon enough, the darkness was settling in, and the moonlight, usually a saviour for the night, was still nowhere in sight. So, all kinds of fake lights, such as oil burning torches were lit, keeping the elicit at bay. As they were all now secure from the upon coming darkness, the dwellers had finally the time to enjoy the ride of the setting sun, before the day was done and the last rays were gone.