An Ode To Fall
All Beautiful, Colors
Dropping Effortlessly Fluttering, Grounded
Hunting Including Johnson Kin, Legendary
Mornings Nothing-but Olfactory Prestige, Quintessential
Ringed Smoke Trembles, Upward
Vexing Weather, ‘Xtreme
Yellow, Zen
Happy Fall Everyone! The structured poem above is meant to capture the color, smells, transition, and culture of what fall means to me. But it certainly is a season that has many meanings to many people. Fall is already completed in Fairbanks, but here are a variety of fall colors taken from the Fairbanks and Denali regions with guest contributions from my Dad, Chuck Johnson. He was able to capture some wonderful colors when they visited in August!
What does fall mean to you? And has it already come-and-passed where you are? I would love to hear!
On the homefront: The ash are yellowing, sumac are red as are parts of the maples; just a tinge of yellow-orange on the oaks. Fall is my favorite season. Remember our change of season observations when you and Sean were younger? Well, the birds are gathering on the wires; the last, I think, hummingbird flew through yesterday, the orioles left over a week ago; a bumper crop of fallen acorns crunch under my feet; leaves are beginning to drift to the ground looking like golden coins on the still-green grass; the morning air is crisp and clean. Sometimes, I can see my breath for a moment. The drying leaves on the poplars are making their music as the fall breezes wax and wane. I could go on………………yes, fall is my favorite season. I will have to make it a point to stop the daily madness to take it all in and enjoy it…thank you for reminding me to do so.
Those acorns! Always the nemesis of the bare-footed Ian running through the yard. I can just imagine the sumacs in the ditch, and the birds on the wires. Fall is definitely here!
Ah yes, fall . . . . . . .the chickadees have emerged from the deep woods to call & play among the pines, maples & oaks that border our yard. The shadows have lengthened, & golden rod have lighted. The air has turned crisp & clean, rendering nature smells sharper. Those varying visiting Homo sapiens from all over the planet have returned to their winter homes once again. We love fall!
Peggy! That’s a wonderful description of fall. I’m watching the Chickadees wolf down seeds outside my window as I type this 🙂 . And yes, Fall means no more gridlock of humans in Portland region – a huge breath of fresh air! 🙂