“They usually turn up during this time of year” Gun Roswell
As those little white things
Sprung out with spring
So quickly
Before even the bell could ring
Never knowing
The joy they would bring
To us mere human observers
Living on a string
“It’s that time of year again, where the colours attack your senses, but in a good way” Gun Roswell
The time for new life
The time for so many colours
The time to be reborn again
Yup, Spring has Sprung
And it looks like lots of Fun!
“Can something be more brighter than the colour of the sun, the yellow, just for fun?” Gun Roswell
Green and yellow
Shouting out a hello
Juicy like a jello
The flower of spring
Joyously it will sing
And the colours forth bring
“Something about the colour yellow makes one smile, to forget the vile, and just inhale the scent of spring for a little while.”
“Take a little one step, two step, three step
Then a little spin like this”
The spring is almost here
Snow all but disappeared
Dots of yellow sprinkled around
Soon enough, multiple other colours
Will fill the ground
“I am ready for my close-up dear photographer!” Gun Roswell
Little yellow dandelions
With all the fellow yellow flowers
Powerful, like lions
Growing strong, despite September
Possibly still yellow, come November?
Or then covered with a pile of snow!
“What can I say about the nature? Well, it’s there, it’s pretty, it’s got its perks, so maybe you should try it too?” Gun Roswell
Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight
Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking
The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking
The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway
It’s getting all Christmasy, but in the month of July” Gun Roswell
Painted in contrast, by nature itself
Buy the work today, do not hesitate
It will be gone tomorrow
So go see them right there, down in the meadow!
“Pink they be, but pretty as can be!” Gun Roswell
A sunny reminder
Of the days of summer
But then we found out
It was actually September
Oh, what a bummer!
Oh well, any ways,
As long as there is no snow
And the winds won’t blow
We won’t have a cow!
“It’s like a phrase from a fantasy movie or similar, being luminous and all…. oh well, guess that one I did do and stole” Gun Roswell
Illuminated
Elated
Dedicated
Awaited
Luminous things of nature
In this frozen portraiture
Not just a summer’s feature
But living, breathing creatures
Fated
Sacred
Created
Illuminated
“They’re nature’s way of giving you the notion of time, the bells made of flowers, ringing, every single hour (except if there is no wind)” Gun Roswell
Slay bells a ringing?
It’s summer time:
Can’t touch this…
Purple flowers,
They are totally gorgeous
Telling the time?
Perhaps not
Rantings Of A Third Kind 