Warm Sun, Cold Earth, Gold Leaves

[mishalak]

I drove to Kenosha Pass today. It felt truly like autumn with the wind in the drying leaves and gasses sounded of winter to come. Half the aspens on the pass had already shed their leaves and those that remained sounded like rattling bones. The last flowers, a few yarrow and asters still clinging to life. There were also some struggling chamomile beside the road.

I was sad to see an old highway marker, an unimportant thing really just saying that you can see South Park from this overlook, has been shot and otherwise mutilated over the years. But aside from the evidence of vandalism of nature and civilization my journey to the mountains was a good one. Aspens are like Colorado's blossoming cherries.

Comments

[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

Good to see you today - thanks for the word-painting; I miss that kind of autumn. The most of it I see is when the trees in a nearby park dump their leaves (due to a gale-force wind, so not much time for the leaves to color before they jump) in an ankle-deep drift into the gutter.

Random vandalism like what you saw makes me sad, too.

Crazy(and actually quite an autumnal person)Soph

[alias-lilacgirl.livejournal.com]

Every year I say I'm going to go up and see the aspens change colors, and I never do. Good for you!

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

I would have invited you along, but I don't know your number. Well there is next year. And maybe a bit of this year at lower elevations.