Released from winter's annual sentence,
the hungry bear brakes away.
Summoned by ancient instinct's,
arousing him from his silent cave.
New virgin life flourishes,
in the wake of winters frozen course.
A short time to bath in the repentance,
of natures sudden remorse.
A softer voice echoes across the endless timberlands,
as a welcomed, gentler climate suddenly begins.
Magpies and ravens flutter about,
a freedom for nature to once again,
play and grow stout.
Up here the natural way hasn't been completely lost.
Jack pines and birch,
shelter the old medicine man's moss,
bedding for those who venture through,
searching for migrating herd's of Arctic caribou.
But the Northern spring has the shortest of breath.
There's no wasting of time on foolish weather regrets.
Far and near the word quickly spreads,
summer time is here.
No opportunity to play at being spring;
Northern life demands,
and needs,
the genuine thing!
Summer delivers temperate's of polarized delight.
A season that steals every ray of last winter's might.
And turns the soft,
night cover,
into the most pinkish of sight's.
Spoiling this wilderness land,
as it seeks forgiveness for it's harsh winter's demands.
It brings a time when yesterday never seems to leave,
and tomorrow never comes.
Where today is cleverly captured,
by it's special guardian,
" The Midnight Sun".
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