“Something in yellow perhaps? It’s a rather pretty colour” Gun Roswell
In the summery days mellow
Wild flowers of yellow
Growing strong by the curve
So watch carefully where you swerve!
Yellowish?
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Nature’s Bounty
“There are flowers and berries and lots of things to cherish!” Gun Roswell
The last warm days
Before the cold rains
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be autumn
But the colours
Will be awesome
A Day spent in Nature
“Nature can be most gorgeous, or dangerous, but more so, gorgeous” 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
Fluffy fields of summer
“The flowers of summer are so pretty, one cannot help but spend some time gawking at them” Gun Roswell
Summer, never a bummer, for those loving to frolic in the midst of the lush green fields, without any kind of shield on their person, running amok, that much is certain!
Still, picking up a few flowers, perhaps the body to adorn, or simply, them to adore, whatever the situation is, nobody will be amiss, of the warmth surrounding them all, a perfect utopia, Eden, this time of year is for them all.
And so, whether you are a lover of the flowers, the colours or simply running about nekkid in among the greens, this feeling of summer will never you leave.
Spring is finally here – Dandelions!
“Sweet and yellow, just so mellow, those are the lions of spring!” Gun Roswell
By the road side
Between the rocks
Spreading its leaves wide
Hoping for a few rain drops
Just one flower now
Soon another one pops
If you wonder how
Well, there is a secret box…
Flora of Spring
“There as so many colours out here, I don’t know how I can manage with them all, but I love them just the same” Gun Roswell
Red Leaves of spring
Bright Red they be
Pink and Pretty for a while too
Perhaps Orange just a few
Bright and Pink most of them though
And then back to red again
I could spend
The whole day counting the colours
Pretty as are the odours
Signs of Spring 2
“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
It’s… Spring Time! – Creepy Crawly
”It’s another Monday again folks, but today it seems to be so much nicer!” Gun Roswell
Creepy Crawly
It was there, on the leaf
Against the sun, so difficult to see
But by accident it appeared
On the picture, so weird
A creepy crawly
On the day so balmy
But it’s part of nature
So really, do not hate her
All them creatures great and small
Are present from spring till fall
Sit down, enjoy them all
Soon enough, there will be snow!
Spring cacophony in Red
“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 cacophony on the tree tops
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 