“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
Finding an empty sun bed
On this tine beach end
Did not seem so difficult today
What a pleasant surprise, I said
As I hauled my weary ass
Off from the green grass
Into the middle of the sandy beach
Choosing the best seat
Laying my fat tired head
On to the sunny side bed
Finally enjoying the peace and quiet
As long as anyone will me let
“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
“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
“The moment not lasting too long, the blue hues of nature, just before the setting sun, is a total wonder” Gun Roswell
Blue Moment Descends
Something old
Something new
Something stolen
Something blue
A moment in time
Forever frozen
Captured
By an image
In the mind’s eye
And possibly
Forever
In bits and bytes
“Snow, snow, snow and then some” Gun Roswell
Something about… snow?
Trees,
Without leaves
Pines,
Without vines
Snow
An equalizer
“Winter’s art painted across the lands, stays on display, never bland, until it’s time to fade away” Gun Roswell
Winter cold and white but harmonious
Cold, white and monochrome
Nature silent under the snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
The beauty will bring you to an awe
“The silence has descended upon nature this winter” Gun Roswell
The Forest covered in Snow
Forest filled with snow
Branches hanging low
Life still or very slow
It’s winter; Hello!?
“The time for sleep for nature is upon” Gun Roswell
Frozen in time for the Season
Frozen,
In space and time
Leaves,
In dozen a dime
“The snow fell upon the land, covering it all, with a white blanket, soft, but cold and well, guess that is all” Gun Roswell
The snow cover, just like sprinkled powder
The bluish hue when the night falls upon the land on the shores
The snow having softly made a landing, now covering it all
Not just the land though, but also the newly iced over waterfall
The sparkly waters only yesterday roaring with life
Now simply frozen by the temperatures plummeted over night
It’s a pretty sight though, no matter the cold
And for those, loving the winter activities, feeling bold
Can get out there with their skis, skates and whatever else daring
Because soon enough, it will get either too cold or too warm
To really enjoy the scenery and the soft and sparkling snow
So, getting up and out there, no matter if liking it or not
Just try to go with the flow and enjoy, well, the snow
“There is so much snow out there right now, it seems to be of an endless supply and piles upon piles of the stuff gets everywhere!“ Gun Roswell
Fluffy snowy things out there of plenty
The snow just keeps on pouring down, sometimes souring and roaring, sometimes more calm. The piles upon piles are forming, all kinds of nice figures and things, for the onlooker to simply guess and imagine, what they are seeing. Sometimes they look like simple snow upon whatever surface they landed, but other times, forming all kinds of statuesque looking art works, as if someone had designed them just on the go for show.
But most of all, the small things outside on the window sill, are those ones most to admire as they look so totally delicate, that even daring to breathe close to them would cause them to collapse. The tiny flakes, separate but together in one place, are the fading art of the winter, delivered to us for this special time, only to fade away, when the spring returns, and before that time, a friendly reminder to just admire the art work, take a few snaps, before you work and be happy of the changing views of the day, as it could be much worse, or then again, maybe not.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 