“It’s definitely happening, summer is on the horizon, so just keep on looking, be vigilant and perhaps you will stumble on it!” Gun Roswell
Blue, green and red
Onto nature’s canvas painted
Looking ahead
After Spring
Summer will spread
“The sea does not care what time of the year it is, or does it?” Gun Roswell
Soon, after summer, fall follows comes with 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, smooth and simple
And today, is Friday, so just whistle
“It’s raining again, those watery droplets, soon after for a while remain” Gun Roswell
“More water,
I need more water”
Said the sea otter
As he played with Flotter
Getting even more hotter
“Waiter,
Where is that damned water?
I made the order
At least ten minutes ago!”
“They’re like small bells, swinging gently in the low winds” Gun Roswell
As the summer wind softly blows
The delicate white bells glow
From the sunlight’s reflection
You can almost see, the perfection
“The sun is shining, on the other side, over there, across the sea, somewhere else but definitely not here“ Gun Roswell
There is sunshine, on the other side, the proof delivered by a witness, who dared to peek through the curtain, and then, after seeing the miracle, snapped the picture, as proof!
As of now, the summer is officially over, as September has just reared is ugly head and instead of getting a cooling down situation outside, the plummet in daily temperatures, not to mention all the down pour, has definitely not left any of us scored.
So, even after complaining about the whole too warm summer time, having lasted for such a short while, the winter season is upon, the sunshine, the warmth the greens, all but gone.
Luckily though, in the dreams and pictures, some of it can be relived, when huddling down frozen cold because of as was foretold, it is the season of rain and behold, soon enough – snow!
“Summer, should be I think, as the calendar says, “July”, but why is it snowing?” Gun Roswell
When the month of July is upon
You start, to really hard, to wonder on
As to where the summer has gone
It did not appear at all this year
And then you already start to fear
As the winter season slowly but surely grows near
It’s not so warm as you might have expected
But if you look close enough, you can something detect
A ray of light, on to the waters edge reflected
Maybe there is still hope after all
Before the coming of a complete fall
Despite the weather so gloomy and dulll
At least it’s not as freezing cold
Even if the weather forecast hail showed
And it’s above the freezing point or so
Summer in the month of July
Sometimes it’s good sometimes, just fine
But there is really no denying:
It could be worse, as we could have snow
“Summer is here and so is all the green popping out, was there ever any doubt” Gun Roswell
The green on the trees, the bushes, everywhere seen and even allowing the flowers to use their stem colour, as green, naturally.
But it’s not just the lush green, pretty as seen, but also a great cover, a camouflage of the highest caliber, as provided by Mother Nature herself.
The privacy curtain, certainly not hurting, the dwellers living beyond, the green wall, standing strong, against every kind of peeping Tammy or Tom.
But the most important thing, is not the cover or the wall, rather the fact that it’s summer and all that green, makes the air fresher and more easy to breathe.
“We are all ready for our close-ups, dear photographer, hurry up as soon, we shall all fall into a deep slumber for the Winter” Gun Roswell
When the nature has shed
Summer’s green
The colours of red
Is all that is seen
Leaves and berries
Even the cherries
Shining brightly
So tread lightly
When stepping into nature
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
