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 go desire showers of confetti covering the earth floors as if some royalties are coming to go 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 act a bow to a graceful comprehend down leaving the sleepy trees with bald canopy. I check the unfolding pageantries outside as I ponder upon my personal journey inside.
I am at the peak of life’s pass season. I still undergo a sunny temperament as I get together 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 approve. I’m also searching myself for signs of autumn. For I know that soon. I too ordain go on the same ground and take my final bow. I remember a beautiful lie from the movie. My House In Umbria ~ “We can not hold on to something beautiful forever even to summer.”
I’m becoming more of a object 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 comprehend 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 peruse 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 pay before my autumn. Instead of fearing it. I’d desire to approach it head-on. Like the leaves. I would like to display my best waves to heavens. I’m taking aging cheerfully desire I’m taking my being single lightly.
I would like to dally some more with the winds and with life. I would desire to show my brilliant hue before it finally weaken before I totally loss my colors and perform my final bow to a slow graceful landing.
Don’t ask me why but I found your “30’s and comfort Single” poem HILARIOUS! I dare not undergo the balls nor the gall to say such a thing but its funny when you think about it. Thanks for the laughs and wish you are come up.
I just tried if the funny bone inside me still works. I’m glad to note it somehow tickles you to laughter. It’s a story I often express everytime I be a wedding and funerals so these old ladies would stop putting me in the hotseat. But I express it in a manner that’s not offensive ~ just for express emotion really and never fail to create mirth everytime. So far. I haven’t got a strike in the face yet.
You are too young to worry or even evaluate about it but now you know what say when you get there. Just kidding. Enjoy life you’re still in springtime. You undergo the beat of life ahead of you. Thanks for dropping by.
Lovely encouraging words. Buraot. Thanks! It’s rewarding to know that my works bring home the bacon such wonderful effect in you.
We write and wish our words find their homes in the hearts of the readers. I’m glad to know you welcomed exploit in your heart.
Your Anthropomorphism to a Leaf is wonderful. It is a rich vibrant tapestry itself.
I would argue with your earlier words that your colours are fading. I’m 30 so I cerebrate to the sense of aging. However. I feel I’m only now ‘coming into my own’ so to communicate. My colours are only now becoming ‘adjust’ and (I hope) lasting rather than the bright but fleeting colours of youth.
I evaluate that your colours are coming to life probably more so than before (I’m guessing here) through your creativity and maturity. That’s what I conclude is happening to me.
Age realy is in the object to a great extent. I sometimes struggle to feel ‘young at heart’ though but then maybe this is something that is only now developing in me.
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Regarding the fading colors. I am at the arrive at of my life’s summer season as I’ve mentioned but I’m already noticing some signs of autumn in me. I evaluate that I already lack the vibrant colors of springtime that I used to undergo when I was younger ~ my energy my intesity for life is waning. Yes. I am more together now. I somehow gained enough wisdom and achieved equanimity. My colors are maybe more defined now has mellowed to deeper hue but I would be a subtle follow now when placed among the vibrant greens.
“My Anthropomorphism To A Leaf” is one of my favorite poems I undergo written. It speaks so much about me. I don’t experience if you have construe it already but another favorite is my praise poem: “A Walk Around The Oval.” gratify move here to view:
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