Poetry Friday: Bed in Summer

I found this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson which fits the long days of summer in the northwest:

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night  
And dress by yellow candle-light.  
In summer, quite the other way,  
I have to go to bed by day.  

I have to go to bed and see         
The birds still hopping on the tree,  
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet  
Still going past me in the street.  

And does it not seem hard to you,  
When all the sky is clear and blue,  
And I should like so much to play,  
To have to go to bed by day

And while summer has been a bit gloomy here in Oregon, I love watching nightfall late from my bedroom. Plus I don’t wish those days that I wake to darkness to come soon.

Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference is hosting Poetry Friday today.

Happy Reading.

MsMac