Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Sitting In the Sun

Outside letting my legs feel the warmth of the sun.
Only my legs, the rest of me is on the porch, in shade.
Not enough.
I move my whole body to the sun.
And my chair.
The sun warms up my air conditioned self 
Fast.
All encompassing, softly, in a loving way.
I feel hugged, complete, sun-kissed,
Sun-approved, my natural sun self.
The birds feel it too.
We are all joyful here.
The sun’s power is radiating into us
In happy gloriousness.
She wraps her loving arms around 
us, dusting away all traces of 
gloom. 
Despair cannot survive
Here in the sun.
She does not allow it.
Sit in the sun for
An hour, and you will 
Feel a feeling you can
Get nowhere else,
Except maybe in
Heaven.

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Michelle Faulkner June 4, 2018 at 2:39 PM For me air-conditioning can get too cold, too chemical - I like being outside letting the sun warm me - this is so evocative of that experience- Caren Krutsinger June 5, 2018 at 8:18 AM I almost forget how soothing and loving the sun can be.

Arturo Michael June 4, 2018 at 5:09 AM Nice...I like what you felt here...All the best Caren Caren Krutsinger June 4, 2018 at 8:30 AM I had heard from a neighbor that her mother with dementia has good days, when she is outside in the sun, and not so good days when it is cloudy. I decided to sit in the sun and see how I felt, and it was magnificent!