Signs Of Autumn
Signs Of Autumn (Haiku)
Found leaf on the sand
Brought by wanton winds of fall
My signs of autumn.
signs of autumn #2 – my initial attempt on photography
I’m watching the leaves falling from the trees outside my window as I write this. Autumn is now on its full-blown glory, trees are displaying their colorful raptures before their leaves descend like showers of confetti, covering the earth floors as if some royalties are coming to walk the path.
Just some weeks ago, I was looking forward to this. Autumn came a little late this year. I was so eager, I searched for signs of autumn in places I went and found only some hints of the impending season.
The leaves do their final waves to the heavens. For the last time, they flirt with the chilly winds and take a bow to a graceful touch down leaving the sleepy trees with bald canopy. I watch the unfolding pageantries outside as I ponder upon my personal journey inside.
I am at the peak of life’s summer season. I still have a sunny temperament as I celebrate my existence. I’m still capable of reinventing myself, welcoming new things, embrace them with child-like enthusiasm and with a grown-up patience. But like I did weeks back, I’m also searching myself for signs of autumn. For I know that soon, I, too, will fall on the same ground and take my final bow. I remember a beautiful line from the movie, My House In Umbria ~ “We can not hold on to something beautiful forever, even to summer.”
And so, here I am, in the middle of fall, caught on the web of profound contemplations. Could this be an indication of my autumn?
I’m becoming more of a mind person now than physical that I used to be when I was younger. I now prefer the laid back than the hurried kind of lifestyle which I enjoyed in my teen’s to late 20’s. My idea of fun has mellowed like my taste for music. I’m beginning to like the classic ways of dressing ~ gone is my peacock choice for colors. I would now be a pale leaf when placed among the verdant leaves of youth. I’m fading to earth tone colors, but keeping to memory my colorful youth.
I still have enough years to spend before my autumn. Instead of fearing it, I’d like to face it head-on. Like the leaves, I would like to display my best waves to heavens. I’m taking aging cheerfully like I’m taking my being single lightly.
30’s And Still Single(Humor Poem)
By: Jeques B. Jamora
When you’re still single at your 30’s
You’re apt to be asked with some questions.
Like I’m always asked during weddings by my Aunties:
“So, are you next in line?” (to get married)
I oft find this question so annoying,
But I don’t get mad, I just get even.
So during funerals When I meet them,
Please don’t dare me ask them that same question:
“So, are you next in line?” (to be burried)
For I’ll surely get a slap in my face.
I would like to dally some more with the winds, and with life. I would like to display my brilliant hues before they finally fade, before I totally loss my colors and perform my final bow to a slow graceful landing.
I would like to come home to my creator and bring Him good stories and tell Him: “God, here I am, I did all that. I’ve come home.”
My Anthropomorphism To A Leaf
By: Jeques B. Jamora, 2006
Leaves are like pages, as books are trees.
I, a leaf in God’s verdant forests ~
A single thread on earth’s tapestries.
I awake in the morning of springtime
Lift my face towards the azure skies
I’m in tune with the universe’s rhyme.
I dance with the rhythms of mild zephyr
That oscillates me with its genial whisks
God’s omnipresence fills my need for air.
I am cleansed by the pristine rain shower,
Moisturized by mists, polished by the winds ~
I glow with the steady gaze of summer.
When I turn red and fall on October,
I hope you create something out of me,
Before my descent to earth in winter.
I could be greeting cards for lonely hearts.
Write a poem about my fleeting life.
Immortalize my beauty in your arts.
Insert me in the page of your book,
For ’tis in your core that I’ll find my nook.
signs of autumn #1 – my initial attempt on photography