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.