So you hold your breath and get as close as possible
Then a death knell begins as a distant puff of wind
Slowly it grows, stripping the trees and grasses
Casting the flakes like diamonds into the breeze
A blink of the eye and the trees are naked and plain
Anyone driving by would never know what the wind erased.
When I stepped outside today the world was transformed. The skies were blue, the sun was white, and hoar frost bejeweled the world. I was astounded by the fragility of the phenomenon as mother nature used the wind to erase her artwork in only a few minutes.
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!
Bear Berry – Castner Glacier
(C) Chuck Johnson. Fireweed along the Denali Highway
(C) Chuck Johnson. Fall colors along the Denali Highway
(C) Chuck Johnson. This capture of a transitiioning dwarf birch is stunning!
Fall colors in a stream in Denali National Park
Trapped leaves in Denali National Park
A mosaic hillside of color in Denali National Park
A lone birch at Creamers Field, Fairbanks, Alaska
Birch Stand, Creamers Field, Fairbanks, Alaska
The Bench – a stopping spot in Creamer’s Field, Fairbanks, Alaska
Golden Glory, the Boreal Trail at Creamers Field, Fairbanks, Alaska