Summer inspiration

I am a fan of poetry, I'll freely admit that. I wasn't always a fan of reading poetry, but I've written an awful lot of awful poetry in my day. About a year ago I started designing art quilts based on the poetry of John Keats. I plan on embroidering Frank Loesser's lyrics to the song, "Anywhere I Wander" to the quilt I'm making for my niece's baby. 

Today, in my email, I received the following poem (I get daily poems from poetry.com). It's one I hadn't known before, and true poetry mavins will probably tsk-tsk that. To be fair I really didn't start actively reading poetry until the last three or four years, so I'm still a relative virgin. 

Anyway, I thought, since it's officially summer and sometimes the change of seasons brings a need for inspiration, I would share this one. Hopefully it'll inspire you do go outside in the sun and enjoy the day! Or maybe it'll inspire something creative and artistic, which is what it did to me. Great. Another idea in my head. I wish I had Dumbledore's pensieve for all my ideas. It does get a bit cramped in there...

Summer Sun 

Great is the sun, and wide he goes 
Through empty heaven with repose; 
And in the blue and glowing days 
More thick than rain he showers his rays. 

Though closer still the blinds we pull 
To keep the shady parlour cool, 
Yet he will find a chink or two 
To slip his golden fingers through. 

The dusty attic spider-clad 
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; 
And through the broken edge of tiles 
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. 

Meantime his golden face around 
He bares to all the garden ground, 
And sheds a warm and glittering look 
Among the ivy's inmost nook. 

Above the hills, along the blue, 
Round the bright air with footing true, 
To please the child, to paint the rose, 
The gardener of the World, he goes. 

Robert Louis Stevenson