“There totally is something to be said about both winter and summer. Which is that people are able to bitch about them both as nothing is never good enough ;P” Gun Roswell
Winter vs. Summer
The weather changes yes, it is a natural occurrence.
Some of the places on this blue globe of ours have varied seasons.
Spring, summer, winter, fall, they all are part of the cycle.
Controlling them could be an option, then again something it is stopping.
The natural order of things disturbed as the humans continue their stirs.
And so, whining about it being too hot or too cold?
Guess whomever the ticket to this place we are on sold,
Did not let the buyers read the fine print after all?
“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.
“The darkness, the rain, it’s pretty much the same, whether night or day, it is after all, Autumn and Fall“ Gun Roswell
Rain in Autumn
Nothing like the rain, on a very dark and cold day The street lights, the only shining guide, on the way Alas, I cannot inside, the warm home, for long stay So, the only option, is to trot out and the weather slay
Running across the puddles, trying not too much to huddle But the coldness still seeps through, even if I am full proof With all the modern gear; with a coat, boots and a hat to wear But then again, I don’t intend, out here too much time to spend
As I huff and puff my way quickly to the comfort of another house And try not to think about how much of an total louse The great and wide outdoors is, during this time of the year I go back in my mind, to a much kinder time, with much cheer
Reality hits, in a form of a splash against my hips A car passing by, must have thought never mind As it hurried across the street, without much of a deep Understanding of pedestrian code, rather going on strong
So, dripping wet, I hurry to the awaiting door And I really wish, getting from A to B, wasn’t such a chore But it is that time of the season, the circle never ending Where sometimes, you need to wallow and end up spending
Time with the weather so completely and totally frustrating Almost, almost, starting the fall, completely hating Just to give that sense of summer and it appreciating Deciding, that best bet is, simply staying inside, and it waiting Is most likely, the best option I could ever, be making
“The forecast, predicted, heavy rain fall, after the night fall, in the dark, only dogs bark. Yeah? Not in this weather!“ Gun Roswell
Stormy Weather
Storm and rain, will leave a totally sordid stain But trying to sleep and dream, and the to blame The weather, because you just woke up From a nightmarish really bad feeling kind of stuff But it does not matter, one way or the other Because when you look outside the bedroom window There it is, still out there, howling, that blasted storm Alas, you cannot control the weather, and no matter How many forecasts or predictions you try to follow Then, trying to catch some zees while the overall outside Is such a messy breach, of thunder, rain and winds
Then here is what I will suggest for you to do: Put on a pair of earplugs or noise cancelling headphones Then, you can sleep through the night, like the dead does And to develop a great relationship with the weather? Well, just pick up a camera, a phone or similar and snap away Some really nice pictures, for the memory, yes, those are great And admire the nature of creating such a pleasant scenery
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Winter is coming” George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
A Winter’s Tale
When stepping outside Much to surprise A freezing wind Is greeting your skin Rubbing your eyes Hoping, only lies But, waking to reality Accepting the actuality A cover of white May be a delight After the lush of green You have seen All summer long Trying to stay strong It’s here to stay Pushing away The slowly creeping Sinking feeling Don’t get bitter It’s only winter
Rantings Of A Third Kind 