98 Days of an Alaskan Summer
Gone before too long
For 98 short days, the midnight sun shines
How I love how it reveals, soars, and flys
Alaskans rave when it at last provides
Graceful splendor that finally arises
Let me compare you to Denali's noon
You are more ideal, approaching, and long
Strong sun heats the Shasta Daisy of June
Alaskan midnight sun you do belong
Soon 98 days of summer will dull
behind the clouds the glow will be misplaced
The stretch of winter will come to consult
Winter readying will begin in haste
But the remembrance of those summer days
Will be reproduced in the fireplace's blaze.
About the Creator
Rose Loren Geer-Robbins
One does not simply become a famous writer! It takes many hours before the sun comes up and even more when the sun sets. I am never sure what world I am living in, the one that I am writing about or reality.
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