“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 the end for this year, summer, fall, winter knocking at the door…. alas next year, same time same bat channel?” Gun Roswell
The end of August
Time to adjust
To the coming of Fall
No use trying to stall
The cold and rain
Will soon gain
The sun rays are few
Feelings of blue
Until the foliage
In multiple colours
Will brighten the days
Get you out of the haze
And life is bright
Once more
“The colours! All them colours! Enjoy it while you can!” Gun Roswell
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
“It’s that time of the year, no fear, just warmth and colours all around.” Gun Roswell
Oh bitter sweet September
The time for splendor
The nature soon covered
With a variety of beautiful colours
The illusion of warmth
Before the storm
“Look all around, for the colours there to be found!” Gun Roswell
The colours are of plenty
The wind cooling gently
Nature filled with changes
Much like the turning of pages
“Up up up the tree top we thrive, even if it’s just some narrow branches, ready to break our… thighs?” Gun Roswell
Rock-a-bye baby
On the tree top
I am feeling kind of hazy
So I better just stop!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 