We look to the dawn, the summer dawn,  for our next foray into poetic inspiration, choosing William Morris’ Summer Dawn.

SUMMER DAWN by William Morris

Pray but one prayer for me ‘twixt thy closed lips, 
Think but one thought of me up in the stars. 
The summer night waneth, the morning light slips, 
Faint and grey ‘twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars 
That are patiently waiting there for the dawn: 
Patient and colourless, though Heaven’s gold 
Waits to float through them along with the sun. 
Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, 
The heavy elms wait, and restless and cold 
The uneasy wind rises; the roses are dun; 
Through the long twilight they pray for the dawn, 
Round the lone house in the midst of the corn, 
Speak but one word to me over the corn, 
Over the tender, bow’d locks of the corn. 


This poem is so rich with imagery, there is surely something in here to trigger your poetic process!  Read it or listen to the reading and think of these points, or find one from your own summer dawn and awaken to a new poetic day!