Autumn Joys In Alaska For Contest

When the summer runs away and the sea wind screams for snow Scarlet woods will whisper sway Fickle leaves blow to and fro. I smell memories in the air and it makes me yearn to run When north breezes toss my hair and the frost is kissed by sun. Come walk the fjord with me in the golden hours of day. Blue dusk will woo the sea-- It's a vibrant love display. In the evening we will stroll follow puffs of frozen breath-- While the Northern Lights patrol Sending summer to its death.