Chilly morning air awakens my senses
the valley is stirring, ready for the day.
As I make my way up the dusty road I call home
the sky is a rainbow of colors.
Mellow yellow and lilac fade into baby blue
wispy clouds of Amaranth pink decorate the horizon.
In my rear view mirror the hillside is awash in magenta haze
scattered with gold; the last remnants of fall.
I pass a sign which reads “moose crossing.”
A moment later the car in front of me slows,
a moose is lumbering across the quiet road.
A smile creeps across my face,
how truly lucky I am to live in Alaska.
If only my destination were the river
my tool for the day, a paddle.
Alas, the campus bell tolls
it’s time to leave this wild place
and go into the depths of my office.