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
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!