From a distance, the Alaskan fall presents its glory, with fiery trees outlined against blue mountains tipped with snow. A closer look, however, reveals that autumn is almost finished.
The birches beyond our woodshed
stand thin and shivering.
More leaves cover the ground than fill out the trees.
No longer green and fragrant,
the wild grass moves sadly in the wind,
waving a gentle good-bye.
Skinny limbs flash their colorful elderberries . . .
but they are shriveled and dying.
Red leaves riddled with holes
hang onto their branches for dear life.
A lone stem of clover defies the weather, determined to stand guard over her patch of garden. Normally I'd snatch her out of the ground, but today I forgive her obstinance and let her live a little longer. Winter will arrive all too soon and finish her off.
Dinner last night: pizza
Exactly one year ago today: Make Up Your Mind, Alaska!