“They are fading fast, dropping too, like flies in summer, only it’s getting colder now.” Gun Roswell
The leaves of colour
Soon but shadows
Slowly fading away
In the October rain
Autumn leaves
Falling down
From the trees
On to the ground
The winds are soon
But a silent whisper
As the leaves bloom
Out of existence
“The moon is always there, but now, in the darkened night, it’s visible again” Gun Roswell
Shiny objects in the sky
Was it an unidentified fly by
Or just the crescent moon up high
Shining its light in this fool’s eye
“The days are getting shorter, sunshine a scarce commodity” Gun Roswell
The evening falls
The sun is setting
Soon it is time to crawl
Into the bedding
But before that
Taking a few snaps
Of the setting sun
“The colours still remain vivid, even if they are soon to fade” Gun Roswell
Type, type, type
Work, work, work
Finally, a break
Looking out the window
The sun beckoning
Stepping outside
Half way through the door
Something hits me
Like a lightning
It’s cold outside now
It’s after all, October
Time to put a coat on
Stepping out, first step…
But wait!
Don’t forget the camera!
“Oh look, the sun is coming up! It’s not the sky falling on us after all, or something worse happening! Just a regular sunrise and here, in suburbia no less!” Gun Roswell
The longer you stand and stare
Into the bright whiteness of a glare
The red gets you and your surroundings into its control
Devouring the sky and maybe even you, whole
“Sometimes, the coolest places can be found just around the corner, even here, in suburbia, no matter the weather though, as it’s summer!” Gun Roswell
When visiting a neighbouring suburbia
You may end up getting a hernia
When trying some moments to snap
And into the skylights tap
Watch out for the heavy traffic
Or get yourself into something catastrophic
Run over the streets quickly
But keep that camera clicking
Presto and Voila!
Before you get to say ha!
Make sure all your body parts are there
If not, then someone might get a spare
So now, the tours have ended
And indeed, twas time well spent
“Something peculiar about the summer feel, as it seems, everything has gone totally green!” Gun Roswell
Green, is the front yard
Green, is the colour of the greeting card
Green, is the mind of this bard
Green, you cannot discard
Green, now also Red Rover
Green, like the four leaf clover
Green, is summer’s exposure
Green, is taking over
“Is this the end of a vacay? nope, but soon there will be more of the same!” Gun Roswell
Soft, fluffy, made by nature
Concrete, metal, made by creatures
Coming together in an image
A compilation quite vivid
“The forrest is a cool place to visit, plenty of them all around” Gun Roswell
A vintage shot from way back when?
It seems to be repeating
Every now and again
Could it be, from the future then?
“Sometimes, the need to take some time to reflect is upon, even during a staycation” Gun Roswell
Summer, clouds reflected
Daily routines, neglected
Mind and body effected
By the big yellow light
Shining, high up in the skies
