“Spring time, time for nature to wake up and the ice to melt?” Gun Roswell
Spring time,
According to the calendar
It would be fine
But the weather is challenging
Never mind
Just unwind
Look deeply, into the sun
Dream it
Wish it
Want it
Looking at the water
It’s getting warmer
Dare to dip in?
Of course!
I am a Finn!
“Nature truly is, resilient.” Gun Roswell
“They boarded the air
I told ’em, it wasn’t fair
But instead, of growing angrier
I grew, even more stronger
Even changed my colours
So now, here on this fence
I sit and holler!
The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell
The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits
Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine
But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine
“Droplets on the leaves during spring rain” Gun Roswell
A picturesque scene
Setup
Just for
Darker days and green
Enjoy the pretty things
When the rain drops
When the bird sings
When the bugs hop
Because the spring
Will come to a stop
“The flowers are popping up, must be spring?” Gun Roswell
Little white things
Sprung out with spring
Before the bell could ring
Never knowing
The joy they could bring
“It’s official! Spring is beginning!” Gun Roswell
Tulips, gently swaying, in the warm spring sun
Their colour of the brightest red, indicating fun
Counting down from a multitude to one
Spring time is here: everyone has won!
“It’s spring time now!” Gun Roswell
Where blue and green meet
In a rhythmic windy beat
Where spring’s growth is incomplete
And the weather still in a loss of heat
Just take a seat
Admire the treat
The dance of the trees
In this seasonal breeze
“It’s spring according to the calendar, but there’s ice on the road?” Gun Roswell
The signs of spring are finally returning
As the rays of sun in the early morning
Ignite the icy roads into slow thawing
“Or is there a vs there, with the colours I mean?” Gun Roswell
Deepest of blue and luscious green
These are the colours of spring
Can you hear bell the ding?
It’s time for a singalong!
Well, let’s wait until Spring has come so long
“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
Sitting, quietly, even prettily
In the green grass, so waste
Looking more, like a pool so long
Continued, to infinity and beyond
The total power, of summer
Grew up, with the answer
Of what is, the meaning of it all
Nothing, but flowers of course
Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things
Which will make your heart openly sing
Colours, odours, can be all yours
For a moment at least, consider a lease
All the summer long!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 