Spring cacophony in Red

“So many colours out there, you go nuts!” Gun Roswell


Spring cacophony in Red

The red dominated the scene
Even left behind, was all the green
Fading into the black and white
As the red had finally got on its fight
Against the dreary and dull
With temperatures below the null
From now on nothing but strong colours
With lots of delightfully intoxicating odours
Spring has sprung
The world is feeling young
So, go out and enjoy the scenery
Which now exist in plenty
Guess it is really that time
When sitting outside
With a cool glass of wine
And no longer living in the phase of stun
But going out there, for some long awaited fun

Red Berries to Eat (part three)

“Red berries, mixed with apples of the same colour, cannot go wrong!” Gun Roswell


Mix it to a salad
Or make a fruit cup
The tasty palette
Can be served
Right up

Berries of red and blue
For a while in your mouth chew
Let the flavours make their play
You will never want them go away

Berries are good
Berries are healthy
Berries in a smoothie
Berries are a wealthy

Red Berries to Eat (part one)

Red, juicy, inviting, loosing it, gobbling up all that stuff… strawberries, please!” Gun Roswell


Berries of red
Eaten in bed
For breakfast and dinner
Just wish I had a cleaner

Red and juicy
Are these berries
Might enjoy even with sherry
But I think it would be too fruity

Berries in various colours
Never mind some of the odours
Eat them with gusto
And life healthy is a must

The red chair in the corner

“The red chair in the corner of the room, is just begging for someone to sit on it” Gun Roswell

The red chair in the corner

Painted in a bright colour, of red, it was an intent of purpose, to do so, while the old chair was refurbished, as its time seemed to have been over, but instead, someone had a good thought, of making it more all that, to attract, someone to take a load off on it, as a seat in a bright colour, would be quite indistinctive and nice looking for that matter, so it was done, and made to look like a lot of fun, and then placed in there with other chairs, for anyone in need.

Achieving this goal did not take too much, simply some patience, time and a bucket filled with paint, something none to quaint, but rather the flavour of red, and hey, that idea, went quite well, as now, the proud little red chair, there in the corner waits, for anyone to take a seat, and what do you know, it’s now mostly occupied, with tired ones, having a brief respite, and after that short break, and having their batteries charged not just from the sit, but the colour as well.

The red house at the end of the road

“There is just something about red houses, the grandma feel of it all, no matter tall or small in size, they always look so nice“ Gun Roswell

The red house at the end of the road

The colour so bright, it was shining through, in the sun’s light, the greens could not cover or hide it, no matter how much they might just have tried.

Following the path ever so narrow, it was easy to find the yellow coloured doorway, but entering was a tad tricky, as the door seemed to had gotten sticky, but finally making way, for those looking to step in.

But the trip over and getting to have a look-see of what is going on inside of a red house, at then end of the path, was well worth the quest and the trip over to experience this, little house from the ancient past, grandma’s home for sure, or something similar.

Scooting in the streets

“The red bike looks so cool and it has a motor in it too! So as long as you’ve got gas, the ride can last! Better get going and have a blast!” Gun Roswell

Scooting in the streets

Bright red colour flashing in the busy streets, as that is all you see, a blur of colour when the rider takes this bike, this two wheeled ride for a spin, with a huge fat grin plastered onto their face and it as long there stays, as the ride on this scooty scoot bike lasts and it is most certainly a blast for both rider and those standing on the corners cheering the slow going mobile on.

Red, Red, Rose

“There is just something about the rose, the red, red rose which makes one pause, stop and smell the scent, of the roses“ Gun Roswell

Red, Red, Rose

The glow of the petals in the pale moonlight shining dimly, and so the sun surely brings forth more of the same out, the colours nothing short of bright, the reds, the varied other colours for sure there too, but the red one is the one sticking out like a sore thumb from the lot, luring the innocent onlooker under its spell and soon enough you too will be totally enthralled, perhaps controlled of a single flower, ready to prick you dead.

Red Cherries ready for the picking

“The red against the green is a contrast indeed.” Gun Roswell

Red Cherries ready for the picking

Bright red and delicious, so totally lickable and precious

The cherries hanging from the branch, ready to the picking before March

And so this may be the start of a great harvest

Even if it might be way before its ready time

But these days, reading the calendar, is kind of a hassle

As the world around has become upside down and you would think we’re living in Brazil

Still, enjoy the small bounties found all year round

And eat them, with the red cherry on the top

Mini Mes

“The smaller the better, right? The mini versions of a lot of stuff, cannot get enough? Well, just a reminder, never remove from box, keep them in mint condition, am I right? Then again, it’s your decision, whether you chose to play with them or not!” Gun Roswell

Mini Mes

The collectables as they are all called, the smaller versions of any kind of life size thingy, imaginary or real, just the same, they make you feel, better somehow,  even singing a tune just because you finally got one, becoming the owner a little piece, no matter how small, from something bigger and better out there for the world for everyone to see.

Those trinkets filling up all our shelves (buying more from ikea just in case) even at the seasonal holidays, where we might just get a few of them elves into the mix, alas getting even a miniature version of whatever tickles the fancy, fandom or just because admiring a great sculpture, perhaps a fashionable car or a pair of boots, whatever it is you are into, you can lay claim in the form of a mini me.