Seasonal Skies

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“Just keep on watching the skies, even if you something odd spy, like blue skies!” Gun Roswell

Seasonal Skies

The low hanging clouds of the grey skies
Was the trade mark of this seasonal pie
After all, it was, once again, the time of fall
Even if somehow, the summer, was skipped with five
Or more days, despite the occasional mild
Some might call warm or hot weather on the side
Of May, June, July and perhaps even August went wild
For half a day or so, but I digress, because this
Was supposed to be about skies
Which do not really care that much about the season
Because given even a smallest of reason
The blue skies, will try to push through all
The dark cloud coverage, because they are simply that bold
And even if the clouds hanging low and grey
Will put up, quite the menacing albeit picturesque display
The bluest of blues, are my kind of hues
Snapping, snapping, snapping my clicker away
Wishing, that maybe, this time, they will longer stay

Under, the Rainbow

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“Life, can be a dance, under the rainbow, provided, you’ll be able to find the end” Gun Roswell

Under, the Rainbow

The darkening of the evening, had in mind, a big surprise
As I was driving down the slow road, my small eyes spied
Looking up, towards the turning of the skies
Delivered, for only little old me, myself and I
Was the most gorgeous display, on this land side

Rainbow, flashing in so many wonderful colours
I swear, those colours, had clearly detectable odours
Glaring, staring, there, behind the wheel, in total awe
I quickly had the epiphany, i.e a somewhat good thought
Maybe trying to capture the end of the thing on a photograph

Alas, real life is usually much better in realtime vision
And picking up that camera, and driving, was most likely not the best decision
So, pulling aside, at the first option, when it finally arrived
Getting out and up along the curve of the street in five
Then snapping, snapping, snapping away like a child

Well, I did not really find the exact end of the rainbow
Not a pot of gold nor some life lessons for me where told
Alas, the memory of the pretty thing up there in the skies
That will last, for a very, very long and memorable time
And should I forget, well, I have a few blurry snaps to reminisce

From sunrise until sunset, I keep watching the sky

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“Sunrise, painted all the fiery colours, across the visible horizon. As I watched and clearly could smell, the odours, of the burning skies“ Gun Roswell

From sunrise until sunset, I keep watching the sky

The darkest of nights, was slowly, but surely, loosing, the ongoing fight
Against the all high and mighty rising sun, already set on conquering the skies
Alas this battle, was never, ever fought, with conventional swords or knives
But still, constantly present, eternally really, and certainly, a never ending plight

It wasn’t a bad thing though, for those of us, stuck here on the planets below
The ever changing skies, where half of the time it was dark and half of it was light
Helped us on the low, to plan our boring daily lives, divided, by amount of work and sleep 
And maybe, to add there a slight slice, of something a little bit of fun, in between

So each and ever single day, the sun, the moon, the stars, in the skies kept on their play
For us mere mortals down here, to enjoy the spectacle each and every day over the skies on display
And if we are to be lucky, the sun light will never fade away completely
Just for the night time, when all of us need some time for sleeping

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

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Maybe, it’s a wormhole? A gateway to other far away lands? Or then, it simply is the sun shining today?” Gun Roswell 

A wormhole in the cloudy skies

The skies of today, are completely filled with clouds
Some might say, an old mystery it totally shrouds
But then the others, dream of another type of scenario there
Where, a pathway opens up abruptly, to new vistas and spheres 

But whatever and whose ever the train of thought 
Whatever you or others wished for and sought 
Always keep on looking, high up towards the changing skies
Who knows what interesting things there you may eventually find!

Chasing the 2020 Perseid Meteor Shower – from Michigan in Pictures blog

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Milky Way over Bond Falls with a dash of Perseids by Sathya “I am beginning to love the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”~Sathya R. …

Chasing the 2020 Perseid Meteor Shower

An ordinary day with an ordinary morning, maybe?

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“It was supposed to be a regular day at the office, but when I arrived in the early morning hours, something totally odd had happened, and this is the story of that” Gun Roswell

An ordinary day with an ordinary morning, maybe?

When the alarm clock chimed, I slowly stirred and then, started to whine
It was way too dark and way too early, to get up and about, even with a try
But alas, this poor lass, could not start the complaint process just yet
Since it was, so early and the time, to get up from the comfortable bed

On the way out, there was a shout, just behind me, as I had once again, completely forgot
To take my pre-prepared lunch with me, for you see, I too, sometimes, do have to eat
Then without further ado, I punched the pedal to the metal to hurry myself to the streets
Because today, I had to get in early, like the worm and the birdy, you know that tales plot!

The day still beginning, and I really did not feel like singing, so just listening in
To the radio and the same old tunes, playing each day, when I was on my way
Little though, had I prepped for what awaited me on the log, when trying to find my parking spot
The scene in front of me unfolding, quite the visual spectacle, or so I am telling

Nothing short out of a breath, I suddenly halted on my very taken step
Glaring, gazing, totally amazing and in complete awe, of what it was that I saw
What ever the object up there hovering above in the still dark skies
Could be anything from a flying object to the obviously sun’s shine

What ever it was, is for the viewer of the image or the listener of this tale to decide
Because me, myself, and I am still staring at the very image with my mouth open wide
What ever happened there, in the early morning hours in that very parking lot
Well, it was what it was, and the rest, well, that is a tall tale to be told with a varied plot!

Red Sky in the Morn’

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“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

Winter Shadows

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“The spring sun, came out for some fun and brought up, tall shadows” Gun Roswell

Winter Shadows

As the spring time approaches
It’s time to dim down the torches
The sun getting so high
Up in the bright blue sky
It is so unusual and unexpected
Almost as if everyone somehow neglected
Is the brightness and lightness of it all
Because ever since the time of fall
Darkness was all these creatures would know
But now, as the warmth and sunshine descends
Over the land, minds and souls start to reflect
All those happy thoughts one could do
When the nature and mankind alike
Start their journey out of the blue
Stepping into the now blinding light
Shedding their winter gear just out of spite
For, spring, followed by summer
Can never be, a total down letting bummer

Calming Sunsets

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“Something so calming about sunsets, even if you don’t manage a picture snap” Gun Roswell

Calming Sunsets

Painted across the afternoon’s sky
A rainbow palette just like on the fly
Mother Nature’s intention to make us smile

Watching the ever changing hues
Will surely chase away the blues
Waking up all kind of new clues

For planning life for the times ahead
Not an easy task, with all the shared
Bad going around in this world flared

But staring at the sunset so gorgeous
Will make us all want form a moment to forget
The life as we know it and become a poet

Pinkish Moon

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“The moon shines brightly, even if the colour is slightly, pink” Gun Roswell

Pinkish Moon

The skies of the early morning hours
The colours from pitch black turning to likes of flowers
The bluish hue, fading to a bright purple too
Then softly, all the various pinks start a popping
Turning the darkly lit skies to something nice
Just like someone sprinkled, some sugar and spice
The object in question, might be for a while hiding
But as the colours are turning that much brighter
Soon, the moon, too, will be, totally smiling
And then, there will be partying, singing and dancing
For all us moon children on the ground prancing

Viva la rosa Luna!