Disappointment

 It used to be that my birthday week was the peak of fall color;

a glimpse into exactly how egocentric I was 

(past tense questionable)

but I thought God was painting the world in such brilliant colors 

as a special gift to me;

a celebration and a reminder 

not to squander the precious time we have allotted on this earth.

 I look at images I took years ago

and I don't need any other evidence of global warming.

It hit a new high of 91 degrees earlier this week.

Leaves are turning brown and dropping off - 

because they're dying of thirst.

Even though it's cooler this morning,

we haven't had a hard frost and there's barely a hint of color.

 I'm trying not to let impatience turn to disappointment

but I'm not going to lie,

it's a challenge.

 

 I certainly hope my created forests aren't the only pop of color that appear this fall!

Color me waiting ...