Winter is too long, summer is to short

the river moves
on down the path
filled with the mountains
long winter snow

shades of green
glance in between
white patches of Earth
scarcely seen

lake so blue
patiently waiting
for the sun to emerge
unmask its shading

once alive
yet now dormant
brown roots conceal
surrounding hills head

caves abandoned
belly's growl
civilization on the prowl

flowers blooming
birds chirping
singing summer songs
souls fall in love to.