A day in May in Suburbia


“When the sun is shining, the weather warm, there is no use in delaying, the spring cleaning chores!” Gun Roswell

Something about the sun shining through the dirty glass left behind the winter’s snowy mass
Which beckons the house holder to pick up a bucket of water and a hopefully clean rag
The cleaning of the home, certainly a time honoured tradition

Alas sometimes, all of us, could do with a little less fuss rather than working oneself to exhaustion
With all them chores the spring brings with it 
To set the house up ready and waiting for the visit
Of the shiniest of sunny rays, which keep on bouncing on each and every surface

Then there is the yard or balcony or if you are unlucky, both
The cleaning, the organising, the fertilising, the sowing of seeds
Hoping at least a few flowery things to be appearing before the end of summer
But if they won’t well, there is always the weed kinds with pretty colours
So don’t be too harsh and go and rip of that yellow and purple looking grass
At least something is growing on that neglected and badly kept yard!

And so there is the next topic, the one with the complete overhaul of the garden
The dirt, the rocks, the whatever else is needed to get the work moving
All kinds of curious tools, shovels and forks and such simply to get stuff growing?
Well, do it once and then it’s all done right?
Wrong! It’s a never ending cycle!

So do be, forewarned! 
It’s a trap, a total scam!
For all those would be gardeners: 
Leave well enough alone, nature, will take it’s own course after all!

Fluffy fields of summer

“The flowers of summer are so pretty, one cannot help but spend some time gawking at them” Gun Roswell

Summer, never a bummer, for those loving to frolic in the midst of the lush green fields, without any kind of shield on their person, running amok, that much is certain!

Still, picking up a few flowers, perhaps the body to adorn, or simply, them to adore, whatever the situation is, nobody will be amiss, of the warmth surrounding them all, a perfect utopia, Eden, this time of year is for them all.

And so, whether you are a lover of the flowers, the colours or simply running about nekkid in among the greens, this feeling of summer will never you leave.

Spring Weather I suppose…

“It’s cloudy and cold, the rain a constant with its scowl, but then, a ray of hope…” Gun Roswell


Suddenly,
Sunshine
Life again
Oh, so fine

Hike on a Bike


“Nothing like a ride on a bike, during the spring time, yeah, let’s call it a hike!” Gun Roswell


When the roads are cleared of bad weather
Thee is nothing to give more of an pleasure
Than picking up a bike with bright red stripes
And whooshing down the streets with big fat smiles
After all it has been such a long while
When it was even good to take a ride
Since the winter is almost and hopefully gone
It’s good to leave the dull indoors
And venture out there where the air
Amongst other things feels so much better
You only want to ride all day long
Maybe, even, sing a few dorky songs
To celebrate the coming of warm weather in time so long

Flying high up

“It’s all in the perspective of things, right?” Gun Roswell

Catching the winds of spring
Soaring high up, my song to sing
I am a pretty bird in flight
And I may not always choose right
But I am sure this direction
Is the one I need for completion
Of my getting up so high
Even so far as the crows fly
Despite being a miniature beaked thing
There is no rule saying I cannot sing
And thusly, I am up here
In the open wide stratosphere
Higher than any other bird ever
In your face, for being clever!

Spring is finally here


“Something about spring, when the boats are out, and the island life beckons…” Gun Roswell

Island life awaits
On an island time to be spent
In the middle of the city
This is truly the fine land
Life worth a giddy
In my pretend fantasy

Spring is finally here – Dandelions!

“Sweet and yellow, just so mellow, those are the lions of spring!” Gun Roswell

By the road side
Between the rocks
Spreading its leaves wide
Hoping for a few rain drops
Just one flower now
Soon another one pops
If you wonder how
Well, there is a secret box…

Flora of Spring 

“There as so many colours out here, I don’t know how I can manage with them all, but I love them just the same” Gun Roswell

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Red Leaves of spring
Bright Red they be
Pink and Pretty for a while too
Perhaps Orange just a few
Bright and Pink most of them though
And then back to red again
I could spend
The whole day counting the colours
Pretty as are the odours

Signs of Spring 2

“There is something to be said about the colours when spring is finally here!” Gun Roswell

Pretty, in yellow
In the sunshine, they mellow
Yelling out loudly hello
For all passing by
But never lasting forever

Signs of Spring


“Sometimes, the spring really comes along, even if it looks like winter will be here for a while long” Gun Roswell


First signs of spring
When the buds start to sing
Multiplying every hour
Spring is finally here,
Nobody is feeling sour!