The season of senescence is upon us
Ned Rozell
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Sept. 18, 2025

Golds and greens of aspens and birches adorn a hillside above the Angel Creek drainage east of Fairbanks.
The glorious paper birch outside the window that has for the past three weeks beamed a sunny glow is losing its luster, one golden coin at a time. The 10,000 solar panels the tree has worn since early spring are releasing their grip without a sound and spiraling to the forest floor.
In deciduous plants, senescence means about the same as what it does in humans 鈥 the process of deterioration with age. Senescence makes me wonder what white-haired person is looking back from the mirror. Trees and other plants are simply shedding what no longer suits them.
Trees blazing with color are responding to fewer hours of sunlight. Sensing that the days are getting too short for their leaves to efficiently (and magically) change sunlight into tree-feeding sugars, trees like birches and aspens and willows have stopped flooding their leaves with chlorophyll.
With the cut-off supply of chlorophyll 鈥 a green, energy-converting chemical 鈥 leaves get to show the red and orange and yellow pigments also present in their cells.

A leaf that fell from an aspen tree in Fairbanks glows red upon the forest floor.

Shed leaves rest on the forest floor in Fairbanks.
Why do leaves have the makings for different colors inside them? That鈥檚 a good question. Some scientists think that colors like red within them might act as a sunscreen to keep leaves from getting overexcited by photons.
Though they linger for a few weeks, those lemon-colored birch leaves will eventually let go. When a tree senses it has reached a threshold of daylight hours, cork-like cells develop where a leaf attaches to a stem. This 鈥渁bscission layer鈥 forms until the artery clogs and hardens. The leaves wait for a breeze.
Billions of played-out leaves are now wafting to the valley floor, adding weight and insulation and nooks for insects and nourishment in decay.
Remaining on the branches, tight-fisted buds will be poised to unfurl into leaves next spring. If they don鈥檛 first find themselves thawing in the belly of a December moose.
Since the late 1970s, the 51风流官网 Geophysical Institute has provided this column free in cooperation with the 51风流官网 research community. Ned Rozell is a science writer for the Geophysical Institute. A version of this story appeared in 2021.