Yellow and Green

“Summer is filled with all kinds of colours, but guess the yellow and green ones are the most admired, simply because they are the most reminiscent of summer“ Gun Roswell

Yellow and Green

The flowers in bright yellow, as if positioned against the green of the meadow, posing there for a picture perfect stare.

But it wasn’t all these pretty flowers and green grasses were, not for those loving the summer, it’s freshness, warmth and sunny glares.

The fluffy clouds and blue skies, running outside without too much in clothing wise, as the colours beckoned from the window seen, all of those yellows and greens, never in winter time seen.

Oh, so lush green

“Summer is here and so is all the green popping out, was there ever any doubt” Gun Roswell 

Oh, so lush green

The green on the trees, the bushes, everywhere seen and even allowing the flowers to use their stem colour, as green, naturally.

But it’s not just the lush green, pretty as seen, but also a great cover, a camouflage of the highest caliber, as provided by Mother Nature herself.

The privacy curtain, certainly not hurting, the dwellers living beyond, the green wall, standing strong, against every kind of peeping Tammy or Tom.

But the most important thing, is not the cover or the wall, rather the fact that it’s summer and all that green, makes the air fresher and more easy to breathe.

Secure Path

“A secured way to go, just take it slow” Gun Roswell

Secure Path

Completely covered from all sides
The path always narrow, never too wide
Walking ever upwards, towards the goal
But never in a hurry, always taking it slow

The path so secure there is no worries
Of slipping, sliding or even any enemies
But if outside of the borders daring to venture
Then most likely, you’ll be liable for a dent or two

When finally at the end
Take a long, long look back, on the time spent
On this path so secure
You can only, be sure
That nothing, in life, is as good or safe

Favourite Photo Friday | one

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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs .
When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence” Ansel Adams

 

macro 1

Ready for the Close-up

Getting closer and closer
A little more closer
Almost close enough
For an object to touch
But wait, time to hesitate
The cactus with mighty thorns
May your fingers scorn
Before you loose
Better choose…

Favourite Photo Friday | two

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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs .
When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence” Ansel Adams

 

Ready for the Close-up

Before you loose
Better choose
The creamy strawberries
With their pals blueberries
A tasty treat
Without any meat
Some eye candy to complete
With a red amaryllis ever so sweet

Pink Flora (five)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Space Oddity

“This is Major Pink,
Calling ground control, over”

“Ground control to Major Pink,
We hear you loud and clear”

“Uhm, I am in a wee bit of trouble here,
It seems, my pods won’t retract, over!”

Pink Flora (three)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Simply Pink

Yes, we are pink
Yes, we are in sync
Yes, we may stink
Yes, it’s the odour of pink

No, we are not a missing link
No, us, you can not drink
No, we are not an inc

So, just let this all, slowly sink

Pink Flora (four)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Rhythmic

Stacked, with a rhythm
By someone, with a vision
It seems, like repetition
But it is clearly, symbolism

Pink Flora (one)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Pink Rose 1

A rose, painted in pink
With a most delicate ink
And only for a moment, it will remain
But your heart, forever it will stain

Pink Flora (two)

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Pink Flora

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature”
Gerard De Nerval

Pink Rose 2

Faded colour
Faded odour
Reminiscent, of summer
For it too,
Will loose its colours
And turn to slumber
When Autumn falls