Thorny yet graceful


“Thorny! As I pricked my delicate skin on the slender stem, but the petals are gorgeous!” Gun Roswell

Thorny yet graceful

The pretty colour truly beckoned
To approach and then I reckoned
To maybe dare and touch it
As it simply looked so delicious
But, despite the tempting colours
And the most heavily odour
There was a downside there as well
Because when I leaned for it close enough to smell
And reached for the silken petals to linger
I accidentally pricked my poor finger
On the sharp as a knife like thorns
Wishing this beautify would not have shown its horns
So now, bleeding, I stand here seething
But cannot help but admire
The gorgeous rose of a flower
Who simply defended itself
Against this big humans eager offence

Blue in monochrome


“Feeling all kinds of ways…” Gun Roswell

Blue in monochrome

That moment of blue soon to descend
When the sun on the sea finally lands
Having been watching, waiting, hoping
Only for the darkness and the blues
The blues in so many coloured hues
Upon the small me to blend

A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)


“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
 
 A bunch of flowers (it’s summer after all!)
 
 Sitting, quietly, even prettily
 In the green grass, so waste
 Looking more, like a pool so long
 Continued, to infinity and beyond 
 
 The total power, of summer
 Grew up, with the answer
 Of what is, the meaning of it all
 Nothing, but flowers of course
 
 Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
 Which will make your heart openly sing
 Colours, odours, can be all yours
 For a moment at least, consider a lease
 
 All the summer long!

Open season at the beach


“The beach, is empty? What is going on?” Gun Roswell
 
 Open season at the beach
 
 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

The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo


“The sun has a halo now? Just, wow!” Gun Roswell

The eternal sun, is surrounded by a halo
 

 Like a vortex, it emerged
 Around the sun it lurched
 A halo of some sort
 Spreading, all across
 The skies forever blue
 Constantly changing the hue
 
 The bigger it was getting
 But still the rays through letting
 The warmth and the light
 Never seen anything so bright
 Definitely a divine origin
 With no ending nor beginning

Watching the clouds

“Watching the puffy clouds, quite the good past time “ Gun Roswell

Watching the clouds

The clouds painted the blue skies
With softness, fluffy as fresh made pies
The horizon now filled with all kinds
Of formations as far as imagination flies
A veritable smorgasbord of art I spy
Up there above me, so ever high
But, should I really hard to try
I know I could reach them all with at least a smile

Laying on the soft green grass
Letting the time slowly me pass
No worries of the future nor the past
As I am in no hurry to run anywhere fast
Because, the die had already been by someone else cast
With all this free time in world supposedly smart
I am solely concentrated, on watching only, the skies

The vibrancy of the season 


“The vibrant colours of the season have come to life just as it’s about that time, when we start turning to winter’s cover of white” Gun Roswell 

The vibrancy of the season 

The leaves are slowly turning from the lush greens to the mellow yellows, perky oranges and those on the more fiery side of red. And the intent is less to shock but rather to make all those  onlookers flock, in awe and admiration, of the pallet of nuances and differences on those various leaves, on bushes and trees, even the odd flowery stem, receiving a much more colourful hem, than existed in the summer, as Mother Nature is continuing the tie dying task of the materials all out there willingly joining in the project, as it is all part of the process in the change, from summer, to fall and to the last step of it all, the winter season when the white blanket finally covers it all. But for this moment, all of the participants will be holding the special coatings on, the multitude of colours and their accompanying odours will be the centre piece of the show in progress. The flashing lights and clicking of shutters the sounds heard all around as the audiences new found interest is no less, this autumn time out there in nature on this blue sphere.

Totally Green 

“It’s so lush, so fresh, so totally gorgeous, it looks good and even edible, it’s green!” Gun Roswell

Totally Green 

It’s the time of the year, when all is so utterly green, the leaves, the grass, even some of the water, but that is not really good, but, the green colour is all around to be found, especially when it has been raining heavily, the nature nurtured by the life giving liquid.

But don’t be fooled, because as soon as it gets too hot or too cold, the green will turn quite sour, into a murky looking brown! So, keep watering the fields of green, because those will only last for this very short season!s

Rain rain down the drain

“The droplets falling down, when it rains hard, they all end up on the ground“ Gun Roswell

Rain rain down the drain

Sometimes, or more often times, when it rains, it totally pours

The water coming down so fast it positively roars

But it’s a great feeling, a good thing, watching the droplets sing

The wells, the oceans filling with liquid so totally essential to the hilt

Also giving the onlooker a sense of smallness, a place of calmness

The world somehow safer than with the warming sun?

Then again, the next day after, frolicking out there in the light can be so much fun

The blurry line

“Sometimes lines being drawn are as fickle as the waves hitting a sandy shore” Gun Roswell

The blurry line

Drawing lines, borders, erecting fences and walls

That is what the humans like doing to the point of boring

Because in the end, those hindrances will be blurred

Just like the soft waves hitting the sandy shores

As all of it will fade in the end

And were they to begin with such an good idea 

Or even keeping anyone safe

Just some fancy human concept protecting what is supposedly theirs?

But to be fair, for a moment a wall or a fence will keep away the fear

When all the lurking evil is out there trying us apart to tear