September 23, 2026, Alaska Trip, Autumn, Poetic asides

 

Variegated Autumn

 

Autumn begins a bit jumbled this year,

In Arizona’s 100 degrees.

I may miss Colorado gold, I fear,

Here in the desert, not too many trees.

 

Down here with silver-haired snowbirds, they say,

When license plates change colors, it is fall.

But this traveling bird’s not here to stay.

I’ll fly to Seattle, but that’s not all.

 

Seattle might still be rainy and green,

Then Sis and I will board a massive ship.

Then great Alaska comes scene after scene.

I’ll bring a winter jacket for this trip.

 

I’ll see all types of autumns when I roam,

Then I’ll go to my Colorado home.