“Sometimes, even this old child, needs to have some fun, so, puddle jumping???!!!” Gun Roswell
Overflowing? And with water? Definitely! They’re puddles after the rain Leaving many and big a stain Where ever the water for a while remains
Jumping, jumping, jumping out of joy Like a kid again, shouting loudly”Ahoy!” Splashing water all around Everywhere , all over the ground
September may be a month of rain Causing the summer lovers a lot of pain But, luckily, the season of sun will come again So keeping on puddle jumping until then 😉
“The runny nose, the coughs and shivers, yes indeed, it is the beginning of… winter?” Gun Roswell
Soon arriving will be the September 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, was certainly smooth and simple And today, is a week day, so just whistle
“Forget the Yellow Brick Road, no this is much better, the path of the Fall, Autumn if you will, just follow them bricks and mind your step!” Gun Roswell
The view from my window Almost like a suburban meadow Nature growing wild and free Only a glimpse of the road I see The pathway to our house Narrow and more fitting for a mouse Black asphalt with a touch of green Surrounded by colours more gorgeous Than I ever seen Mirror mirror on the wall Which of the seasons Is the prettiest of them all Why Autumn of course Such a nature’s force
“Step right up! But, perhaps take caution, before diving right in, as it’s late in the year and the waters just might be frozen!” Gun Roswell
When standing on the edge I made this solemn pledge To dive in Even if, There would be ice thin Luckily, This September weather Is a reminiscent of a soft feather More so, Than a rainy autumn Boy, Must the Forecast Gods feel dumb!
“Surprise! There is sunshine in September too, way up North, alas, sometimes, it takes a while for it to rise” Gun Roswell
In a hurry, just, like always, so also, this morning Trying to beat the traffic and get to the seaside before the dawning To watch, experience and really enjoy, a spectacle, specially arranged by mother nature But I am so worried, I will be belated Alas, as I suspected, the time is not, on my side As I am trying, towards the goal, as fast as possible, to drive But, since the other drivers, seem to have, the exact same agenda I worry, that all this hurry, is only going to leave me in one big surrender And soon enough, my fears are materialized, as all the cars, come, to a full stop As if by some great plan, they all halt, right there on the dot Is it a red light or some other type of strife, I wonder just then Swearing, cussing, under my breath, hoping, wishing, not too much time to spend In this state of suspension, my face, in a constant animation Feelings rising, emotions getting spicy And then, just as all hope had been cast out the window The line of vehicles gradually start to move From the rear view window, I can see the water flow Closer, and closer I slowly like a snail approach The sun, rising, the reddish glow, reminiscent of a torch As I am finally reaching the spot, I quickly find the parking lot Rushing out of the car, I am running, even if it’s not so far The pier, where all the viewers are now In awe, admiring the reflected glow Of the sun rising in this Autumn morning Could not have asked for a better view for this dawning
“Ships passing in the distance, the weather grey and dull, as is the sea, no complaints though, sitting here observing life passing by, and waiting for the sun to shine” Gun Roswell
I still remember That one September The bluest of skies And it was warmer than July The water clear and inviting The air soft and delighting Not a worry in sight Everything quite right In the distance For an instance A boat or two Disappearing from the view Most tourists already gone Leaving us alone Enjoying in peace With a short lease The last rays of summer
“I am ready for my close-up dear photographer!” Gun Roswell
Little yellow dandelions With all the fellow yellow flowers Powerful, like lions Growing strong, despite September Possibly still yellow, come November? Or then covered with a pile of snow!
“The colour so vivid, so vibrant, like it’s on fire, gorgeous reds all around!” Gun Roswell
Roses are red And violets are blue That may be true But also The leaves Of the Autumn As they heave Bright red In the sunlight Before turning Well falling Onto The ground How does that sound?
“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!
“Vivid be they, the colours of nature in September” Gun Roswell
Hopeful of a little sunshine Trying to unwind Small steps here and there Enjoying the cool air Still a little shaky But no more breaky The shutter clicking Nature truly ass-kicking Every minute an adventure Bring it on September!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 