Bed in Summer

Bed in Summer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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?

I really like this poem - simple and sweet, just like summer. This season, especially in New England, goes by very fast and we often find ourselves staying up late when the light is still in the sky. The beautiful colors of summer (yellow, blue) make it hard to fall asleep when there's endless splendor all around us. The sun and the sky conjure the idea of everlasting peace and happiness here. Definitely makes me grateful for the lovely days on those cold winter nights...

Long live summer!! :)