“The colour so vivid, so vibrant, like it’s on fire, gorgeous reds all around!” Gun Roswell
Roses are red And violets are blue That may be true But also The leaves Of the Autumn As they heave Bright red In the sunlight Before turning Well falling Onto The ground How does that sound?
“Mundane Monday, with a view, well, something fun for the day at least to look out for” Gun Roswell
Autumn window view rant
This weeks Mundane Monday, really, started early But then again, I could not have been less surely As it seemed, that all the lights had been switched off Both inside and out, no matter what the clock Then, I recalled, that it was indeed, that time of the year When the sun has run away, most likely in fear Of the upon coming, of the never waited winter season Well, it seems to be, at least, the best guessed reason As the darkening of all the above skies, there, hover For the next few months, and there really is no bother To consider what the time states on the clock As it will be twilight, even if you had sunshine managed to stock So, just hold on to what ever light you can get your hands on As the utter fight for that ultimate and shining light Has begun, amongst the Northern tribes, and it’s certainly not fun As the struggle is real and the people are moving like stunned Alas the electrical devices, mimicking the daylight shining Are grabbed and bought, in a state of total whining Never mind, when you get back home and find That the lamp you thought, would bring you to shine Turns out to be either less efficient or worse of all, broken So, your only hope is to either go back and hope there is one more Or then, just go back to bed and stay indoors Until such time of the year, when you look out and leer Because it’s spring and the sun is switched on again!
“I found this, in the morning, frozen” Gun Roswell
Flash Freeze
The rain came yesterday, with a loud ring Drenched in its path, nature and everything But that was nothing compared to what happened next As the night fell, things got really fast and rather perplexed In one single moment, the temperature dropped Before anyone could react or stay on top In a blink of an eye, at least someone did spy Everything left out there, in the open wide Got a touch of the “flash freeze” frozen solid in time