“It is once again that time of the year when the sun will fear the upon coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting, but it’s so red and pretty!” Gun Roswell
End of the day will come no matter the times.
It can be a little later or even earlier depending on the seasonal chime.
For the late autumn or fall, the light of the day will try to stall.
But never winning against the night the darkness soon upon.
The sun though never faltering its stance no matter the dance.
Late in the year or early in the hours of the new morn’.
The rays will remain there on the surface just one more moment time to
“Fire and fury, that is the colour, right?” Gun Roswell
Red, like a glorious sunset
Red, like the face after a long fight
Red, fierce, fabulous, jaw-dropping
Red, just like my very own life?
“Something to be said about very bright colours, especially red – is it a warning, or did someone set the thing on fire? Maybe just take it as face value, see what it really is – a brightly red painted object, to be more precise!” Gun Roswell
“I see… red”
Said the confused Ted
As toward the ole shed
Painted in very bright red
He into quickly fled
Unfortunately
A simle fence,
Also, painted in the same red
Made his very trek
Quite short instead
“There is always something more interesting on the other side of the street” Gun Roswell
The red bench totally beckoned for the traveler to take a step across the street and make themselves a seat out of the hand carved reddish beat, but yeah it was totally screaming while beaming there, waiting for someone to take the step, closer to it, take a load off, and for a while sit, a perfect fit, for anyone appreciative of a bright and happy colour, spreading the aura all around of cheer, and those having taken the seat even for a while will most certainly leer long after the fact.
“Sit down, take a load off, it’s just a colour, even if painted boldly” Gun Roswell
The only bright spot
In the entire parking lot
In the midst of suburbia
Causing a minor hysteria
The colour of reddest red
Some say, it joy may spread
Carefully trying to sit
Just to see, if it is a fit
After I little while
I started to smile
The colour seemed to be
A perfect choice for me
And soon enough…
As far as the eye could see
All the red painted seats
Were occupied to the extreme
There is just something to be said
Of the colour red
It never leaves you cold
Yes, and I too was sold
“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?
“The house just on the corner there, is painted in red, how nice!!” Gun Roswell
The old-style house on the hill
Against the back drop it just chills
Never mind the construction
It has always avoided destruction
Sitting so pretty, in another wise (shitty)
New style concrete block environment
The red house is surely gets its adornment
A contrast, built to forever last
(Maybe some fixing needed, the owner admits)
But so cute, so rare
It must be spared!
The tiny red house on the hill with a mouse
And in this image still, it looks like the house
Made for Jack and Jill
(or Juliet and Jill or Jack and Gill, which ever you prefer)
For everyone really, in it to chill
So, come on in, have a coffee
They even server baked muffins with toffee!
“Red, is a colour so bright, you almost don’t need a light in the darkness to steer by, but it looks, pretty, right!?” Gun Roswell
When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head
Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead
Maybe put some deep red on an old house
Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse
Even paint the barn door
In the colour most of us adore
And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains
Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting
Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning
When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms
So, now, definitely going strong
Simply because, red, has the perk on
This mundane Monday, not any more glum
But really starting to be fun!
It’s getting all Christmasy, but in the month of July” Gun Roswell
Painted in contrast, by nature itself
Buy the work today, do not hesitate
It will be gone tomorrow
So go see them right there, down in the meadow!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
