Nine months of darkness,

Snow on the ground,

No leaves on the trees,

No warmth around.

As the winter comes to a close,

Lakes and rivers still seem froze,

Soon the waters will break free,

Moving life  far as eyes can see,

And now its time to have some fun,

Playing under the Alaskan sun.

Rivers are running , bears now conscious,

Birds a flutter, fish obnoxious,

Breathing in the summer air,

Floating down the river bare,

Baggie of green, cooler filled supreme,

Almost as if, it were all a dream.

When I look back, old and grey,

I'll remember the nights and days,

When we found euphoria under the Alaskan sun.