As Summer draws to a close, and the days slowly sadly shorten, I thought of this Robert Louis Stevenson poem, "Bed in Summer."
Bed in Summer
By Robert Louis Stevenson 1850–1894
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?
Source: A Child's Garden of Verses (1999)
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5 comments:
Beautiful, The onset of Fall Stirs up so much emotion for writer as does summer. Being in the South I'll take all the Fall I can get, but ours is brief.
Thanx Karina. I wish you and your family a happy healthy wealthy sun-filled year! I'm writing as the setting sun positively Bursts on the buildings of Manhattan outside my studio.
How magical, the sun brings so much life into the human spirit! I hope to go to New York one day, to be around all the publishers. If I can get up enough courage to finish my book, I have a feeling this is the year! Happy
writing, I love your work!
How inspirational I believe the Sun can move the human spirit, Happy writing! I hope to be in New York one day soon! I know this is the year I will be able to muster up the courage to write my book. I love your work, keep on inspiring!
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