A Change of Seasons
This week we experienced another change of seasons as summer suddenly turned into autumn. The change wasn’t all that noticeable, however, at least here in Oklahoma, where we’d just experienced a rather mild August and a nice beginning to September with plenty of rain.
I love fall though. The days are pleasant and mild. The nights start getting cooler. The wind dies down. The leaves begin changing colors, as if God is out there painting them all.
The movies start getting better. The new TV season begins. And college football somehow makes everyone believe, once again, that their team has a shot at a championship… at least for a week or two.
Despite my love for autumn, it doesn’t seem to care much for me. September has been a particularly cruel month for my family over the years. I won’t get into it here, but I can say that I’ve often identified with that Green Day song, “Wake Me Up When September Ends.”
And despite my love for fall, I must admit that I hate to say goodbye to summer. Nine months is a long time for a person like me, who may never see another summer day.
“Hey, whatever happened to the cup half full?” I’m sure you want to ask.
I know, I know. But the longer I get into this, the harder it is to watch the seasons change.
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I’ve followed your story for a few years now. I met you at a beautiful home where they were hosting an evening of reading by several local readers, all for a fund raiser and I can’t remember for what school it benefited. Never the less, I was impressed with your bravery, your fighting spirit and especially your sence of humour. Your poetry ROCKS. I am a photographer (sometimes writer) for Edmond Life and Leisure. Enjoy the season and I pray for you to enjoy more seasons to come. Miracles Do Happen. I have witnessed several!