Each autumn, the Alaskan skies draw dim
with hours of light lost as the sun fades away,
until morning and evening hover at noon,
and we beg for the sun to return to our days.
I love Alaska in every season, with its icy springs and its cool summer days,
for its swift swing into fall while winged vees flutter in flight,
and I fear not the shadows as autumn skies disguise winter,
for the aurora will light up the darkest clear nights.