“It’s hidden, it’s a secret, but, look carefully and you will find it… the secret path.” Gun Roswell
Find the secret path way
Through this world of grey
Where ever it may lay
All you need to do, is play
It may have been hidden
In plain sight
But if the bug, had already bitten
The adventure, already taken flight
With a backpack packed
Nothing will you lack
Make the coloured brick road
Your only goal
“There is colour in the colourless, just, take a good look and you’ll figure it out!” Gun Roswell
The faded colour
A reminder of the past
Many nuances to discover
Monochrome to last
Once a colourful picture
A photographer’s signature
Now, maybe a work of art
Or close to someones heart
“Fall is here, and so, as the name says, the leaves will a fall…. every which way!” Gun Roswell
Leaves have fallen on the ground
The sun hanging low in the horizon
The warm colours painting the trees
The warm red as far as eye can see
November’s day cool and crispy
The weather maybe a little misty
“The sky is falling, the sky has gone red! Run for your lives!… oh, it’s just, the sun setting! No worries then!” Gun Roswell
Yellow, orange, red
The colours bled
When the sun sets
There are no regrets
Of the night ahead
A new day is bread
And the sun sets
Again tomorrow
“Sometimes, one needs a little bit more colour in one’s life” Gun Roswell
Bright lights
Bright colours
Never night
Never duller
When life is
Such a bliss
And filled with
Neon colours
“All those pretty colours! Not really sure as to where to turn my head, fall, is so pretty!” Gun Roswell
Finally, weekend
Truly a godsend
A time to enjoy and relax
Lift your feet up and chillax
But, being my usual self
Could not just sit down
Grabbed the camera from the shelf
And ran down town
Sunlight on Saturday
Watching the shadows play
Colours of leaves in abundance
The birds and flies doing a dance
Sun warming the air
Not a time to despair
The cold and damp weather
Replaced by light and high pressure
“The moon boss, the moon! Well, yeah, it’s the middle of the night, right!?!” Gun Roswell
The expectance of storm and rain
Transformed into a beautiful play
The sunset beyond the treeline
Never looked so fine
The colours painted in the sky
Catering both mind and eye
A perfect ending for the day
I wish I had more time to stay
“It is the end, of Autumn foliage, what remains, is just a mirage?” Gun Roswell
Is this the end, my friend?
The cheery time turning to eerie?
The world around dying, scary?
Alas, not to worry!
It’s simply nature in change
Doing it’s thing to bring
Another seasonal bling
But in all white?
Winter you see
So all good and fine?
“It is the end for this year, summer, fall, winter knocking at the door…. alas next year, same time same bat channel?” Gun Roswell
The end of August
Time to adjust
To the coming of Fall
No use trying to stall
The cold and rain
Will soon gain
The sun rays are few
Feelings of blue
Until the foliage
In multiple colours
Will brighten the days
Get you out of the haze
And life is bright
Once more
“The colours! All them colours! Enjoy it while you can!” Gun Roswell
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
Rantings Of A Third Kind 