“The runny nose, the coughs and shivers, yes indeed, it is the beginning of… winter?” Gun Roswell
Soon arriving will be the September sniffles Thought of that gives me wrinkles Looking at the water’s surface filled with ripples As it smiles with all its dimples Life in August, was certainly smooth and simple And today, is a week day, so just whistle
“Step right up! But, perhaps take caution, before diving right in, as it’s late in the year and the waters just might be frozen!” Gun Roswell
When standing on the edge I made this solemn pledge To dive in Even if, There would be ice thin Luckily, This September weather Is a reminiscent of a soft feather More so, Than a rainy autumn Boy, Must the Forecast Gods feel dumb!
“Surprise! There is sunshine in September too, way up North, alas, sometimes, it takes a while for it to rise” Gun Roswell
In a hurry, just, like always, so also, this morning Trying to beat the traffic and get to the seaside before the dawning To watch, experience and really enjoy, a spectacle, specially arranged by mother nature But I am so worried, I will be belated Alas, as I suspected, the time is not, on my side As I am trying, towards the goal, as fast as possible, to drive But, since the other drivers, seem to have, the exact same agenda I worry, that all this hurry, is only going to leave me in one big surrender And soon enough, my fears are materialized, as all the cars, come, to a full stop As if by some great plan, they all halt, right there on the dot Is it a red light or some other type of strife, I wonder just then Swearing, cussing, under my breath, hoping, wishing, not too much time to spend In this state of suspension, my face, in a constant animation Feelings rising, emotions getting spicy And then, just as all hope had been cast out the window The line of vehicles gradually start to move From the rear view window, I can see the water flow Closer, and closer I slowly like a snail approach The sun, rising, the reddish glow, reminiscent of a torch As I am finally reaching the spot, I quickly find the parking lot Rushing out of the car, I am running, even if it’s not so far The pier, where all the viewers are now In awe, admiring the reflected glow Of the sun rising in this Autumn morning Could not have asked for a better view for this dawning
“Vivid be they, the colours of nature in September” Gun Roswell
Hopeful of a little sunshine Trying to unwind Small steps here and there Enjoying the cool air Still a little shaky But no more breaky The shutter clicking Nature truly ass-kicking Every minute an adventure Bring it on September!
“Sometimes a human mind just cannot fathom the summer is gone and so, thinking it is warm and nice, while venturing to the great outdoors!” Gun Roswell
Going on a picnic Come snow, hail or shine After all, it is still Summer, right? Despite being September month? Hoping not to get sick Sitting on the beach Shivering with cold The warmth at arms reach It’s summer I was told Not time for mission abort Should not have worn shorts The rain soon falls Drops like thick walls Clothes getting wetter Running to shelter Looking for a hide Getting inside Cold and wet And unfed Cursing and swearing Of this life unfairing Looking outside again Hoping no more rain What the f…k? The sun is back up!
“So, the summer is over and hey, that is just fine alas, the warmth, the colours, nature is still pretty much alive, and so, I urge you to take a hike, a small walk, out there, in the open air!” Gun Roswell
The nature is still out there, Guess it will always be, At least that is the hope, Not a fear, No summer, doesn’t mean a bummer, As long as winter stays away!