“Sunshine is always good, when it shines like it should” Gun Roswell
Bright ball of light in the skies
Sunshine and bright blue skies makes one smile
Grey skies and thunderstorms might too be fine
But the snowy vistas of winter with everything bright
Then add to that a shiny ball of sunny rays
And no amount of gloom here will stay
And that is why winter with snow is so great
Except when it’s really not
And then only wishing for days hot
Filled with sunshine all day long
“Ah, the setting sun, what fun! The most cliched happening of them all, mostly photographed, admired and no wonder, as it is simply gorge!” Gun Roswell
Sunset most red
The sun is setting, against the ocean it is letting, itself fall into deep, deep slumber, dreaming of wonders, as it lies in the great yonder, dreaming of stars and the moon, before it is time for another round, the sun to rise again, to shine beyond them all, brightly in the early morning hours, just after the rain showers of the darkened night, and then only can it shine, like nobody would mind at all.
“The setting sun, is engulfing the sky, painting it red, on the fly, not even trying to hide, blinding those who dare to pry“ Gun Roswell
Hiding behind the setting sun
The red colour the first clue, that of the sun setting for sure
There was no place to hide, from the sun’s light, not even at this stage of its existence before the day’s resistance became too much and as such, the sun needed to go, at least, for the night
There was really no fight, apart from the one final display of power
The skies glowing bright red instead, no hiding from any of it
And then, after the scene, the display most powerful, the sun was gone in an instance
Leaving those small creatures, trying to hide from the show, but only to be able to bow
In front of the magnificence of the celestial body in awe
And soon after night fell, the hiding places plentiful
Need for sure as without light, shining the land brightly
There was no security, for the critters small until dawn
Disappearing one and all, into their lairs familiar
Making sure never to question or doubt, the mighty sun and its dome
The eternal giver of light, warmth, security and in the end the daily show
“Ah, the setting sun, what fun! The most cliched happening of them all, mostly photographed, admired and no wonder, as it is simply gorge!” Gun Roswell
Sunset most red
The sun is setting, against the ocean it is letting, itself fall into deep, deep slumber, dreaming of wonders, as it lies in the great yonder, dreaming of stars and the moon, before it is time for another round, the sun to rise again, to shine beyond them all, brightly in the early morning hours, just after the rain showers of the darkened night, and then only can it shine, like nobody would mind at all.
There is always another sunrise in the horizon, at least, until the glowing hot ball burns out!” Gun Roswell
Red sky with a sunrise
It was red, burning so, the rise of the ball, in the very early morn’
Nothing more ‘gorg’ could this small being of the ground dwellers imagine then
Than seeing this, glorious reddish tint, filling the very tall horizon
It was certainly a view to remember and to be reminded of
The power nature had on these, very, very small
And so, standing pretty much in total awe and gawk
Until the day break, did them shake, perhaps awake, but at least, urging to move on
“The setting sun, is always fun to look at, at least until the darkness settles, when the moon gets all the attention” Gun Roswell
Red sky in the evening light
The sun, late in the evening, settling down, even if it was only just the time of “pre-evening”, still early, to get the skies all dark, as the search for more light, was on the agenda of the day dwellers, trying to do so once again in a hurry, as the sunlight was fast failing and the darkness would lead them to a doom if they had nothing to use to keep the monsters at bay, especially those whom were of the sunshine afraid.
But, soon enough, the sun started setting fast and painting the skies in reds, oranges and yellows for a moment to only last, as a sign for those dwellers to hurry it up, as too soon enough, the darkness was settling in, and the moonlight, usually a saviour for the night, was still nowhere in sight. So, all kinds of fake lights, such as oil burning torches were lit, keeping the elicit at bay. As they were all now secure from the upon coming darkness, the dwellers had finally the time to enjoy the ride of the setting sun, before the day was done and the last rays were gone.
“The skies are falling, the skies are falling, and they have now gone totally red!” Gun Roswell
Red, red evening skies
The sun is nearly setting, very low in the skies, as it’s the season of revise, where nature and the rest, are preparing for the upon coming quest of darkness, rain of several ind and grey coloured nests. But, for today still, the joy of a colour filled globe about to go to slumber, after a days worth of rumble up there shining brightly and now, as the day falls, for a moment the time will stall, as the fiery ball, paints the horizon in the shade of red. And so, all the dwellers standing in total awe, gawking at the setting sun, as a past time, perhaps as a form of fun, because soon enough, there will be no more of these events, for a while at least, as the seasons expectations are those of dark nights and days, filled with somewhat of a dismay. But no matter the strife, as it will last only a while, and then before the warm sun will be seen and felt high up there in the wide skies and several more events of skies red will follow for all our enjoyment.
“The red is the colour of the magnificent sunset painted in the sky of the evening’s moment high” Gun Roswell
Red sky in the evening
Fire engine red, someone in the watching crowd said, as we were all gathered for the spectacle of the evening displayed in front of us on the sandy shores, and certainly never a bore was this setting told on a lore, as the sun with a loud roar dropped into the deep waters from the sky above. It was told in a story once in the past and the glory of the moon would create such a blast at least for the duration of the night to last hurling the drowning star deep into the waters far to cool down for a moment until once again in the morning it would rise its crowning head from the watery bed, rays curling up slowly but surely until reaching the highest peak in the bluest of skies then warming us dwellers again with the bright white light for a while until the night once again arrived and the moon would overpower the sun, thus completing the circle of routine once again neither of them really winning the game. But that is just fine as in the end, we truly need them both.
“The sky is an infinite movie to me.
I never get tired of looking at what’s happening up there”
K. D. Lang
Red Sky in the Morn’
Bright and frightening red,
Is the early morning sky
Up ever so high,
Above, that is my,
Very own soul,
Which, can only,
Wanna ever so high, fly
“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell
Sky watching
As the early morning darkness fades
I am set and ready on my way
Hoping, not to be too late
To catch, at least, a glimpse, of the rising light
With my own, two dark eyes
And to admire that, of the magnificent sun’s rise
Watching the sky
I never feel like a spy
Only to simply admire
Of the marvels of what expires
When Mother Nature
Plays around like a true painter
Making art work of the simplest of things
Which will make each our hearts sing
Rantings Of A Third Kind 