Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Writing In the Sun

Vitamin D is greeting me with her presence.  
I feel loved, cherished, honored by her mother, Sun.
I am sitting outside an Italian restaurant
Waiting for a friend.
She has a schedule; I do not.

I am thirty minutes early on purpose.
My pen is glad; he has been aching to write something.
He has been sad for I have typed so many poems lately.
He has been lonely, feeling useful
in the bottom of a messy purse.

The sun showers me with joyfulness.
If there is a lovelier place in the universe today
I have not found it, nor could I imagine it.
My freckled arms are feeling toasty.
It is eighty degrees.
I write my heart onto a page.

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 21, 2021 at 3:42 PM Hello Caren, writing in the sunshine is a great idea. Why not. Hugs. Darlene De Beaulieu July 24, 2021 at 11:08 AM Hello Caren, yes it would be nice to write in the sunshine. I would do it except the robin that built her nest in the hanging plant would not like me being there, she would think I would harm her babies, so I stay inside to write. Enjoy your day my friend. Hugs. Caren Krutsinger July 23, 2021 at 6:36 PM I love writing in the sun!

L Milton Hankins July 21, 2021 at 1:32 PM Gosh, I often do that. I'll get to a doctor's appointment early so I can write while I am waiting. I thought I was the only one! Caren Krutsinger July 23, 2021 at 6:37 PM I usually plan to be places a half hour early, and write the whole time.