“The sky is falling, the sky has gone red! Run for your lives!… oh, it’s just, the sun setting! No worries then!” Gun Roswell
Yellow, orange, red
The colours bled
When the sun sets
There are no regrets
Of the night ahead
A new day is bread
And the sun sets
Again tomorrow
“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 divine
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.
The 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 time of the year when the sun will fear the coming of winter, laying low during the day and even when setting” Gun Roswell
Sunset Low
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 stall.
“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
“Nothing more pretty in the late evening sky, as nature painting it red, then adding a pretty sunset, with a whole big sigh, but still, causing a smile“ Gun Roswell
Red as in a gorgeous sunset
The sky once again painted, in the colour of burning red. The flavours of the colour, easily leaving behind some nice smelling odours, hints of them wafting about long after, it had been the time say goodnight, going to bed, sleeping tight and dreaming, of the next sunset without a bet, would be there, in the stratosphere.
But, it is not just the red of the overall scene, which makes it all worth seeing. It is the epitome of all things beautiful, totally memorable and the one thing, anyone could look forward to at the end of a very long day. A sunset most magnificent, a heavens sent, quite literally, never to be missed.
“A water colour image or real life?” Gun Roswell
Painted Sun
As it rises and falls
It almost time stalls
A big bright fiery ball
Staring at it for too long
And you’ll too will call
Out in pain or more
But it’s so captivating
Looking at it stating
“How gorgeous, how fascinating!”
Why was I even waiting
To stand here watching
My mouth open wide gawking
At this scene so awesome, telling
Everyone should be paying
And all the artists painting
How can anyone look without fainting?
This nature’s wonder playing
There is nothing here faking
Only a star in the making
So, it rises and it sets
Never one day past lets
Always present in the sky
And each and every day i spy
The warming sphere
Never far but never too near
“The sunset painted the sky red” Gun Roswell
Red Sunset
Hot ball of fire
A rounded ball
Ball of fire
Fire so strong
Strong enough to keep going
Going for an eternity
Eternity lasting for a day
Day of light
Light of the sun
Sun now setting
Setting until dawn
Dawn awaited for the night
Night so dark
Dark as the black skies
Skies soon turning
Turning to the blues
Blues before the light
Light so bright
Bright as the sun
Sun giving life
Life going on below
Below on the ground
Ground never the skies
Skies are so high
High as the stars
Stars cannot be reached
Reached with my hand
Hand raised high up
Up towards the skies
Skies, never stop watching!
“The sunset painted the sky red” Gun Roswell
Red Sunset
Over the mountains
A streak of light reflected
Reflected beyond the clouds
Clouds so thick, it’s almost a shroud
Shroud of many colours
Colours with the scent
Scent of the colour red
Red is the colour to reinvent
Reinvent the life
Life going to a hide
Hide only present for the night
Night never lasting
Lasting only until morning
Morning sun arises again
Again the life begins
Begins and then in the evening
Evening calls for an end
End never lasting long
Long as the darkness
Darkness only for hours
Hours getting shorter
Shorter by the minutes
Minutes counting fast
Fast as the speed of light
Light, present again in the morning
Morning, when the day is dawning
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography & Poetry
“The sun is new each day” Heraclitus
The Sun: Daily Photo
It should be no surprise
The sun will always rise
Despite the cloudy skies
Enjoy it while it lasts
The day will soon pass
And the night will fall fast
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.” ― Ansel Adams
Sunrises
Roses are red
Violets are blue
The sun is out of bed
In the sky’s avenue
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