Let the sun radiate out, but don't get burned. Poignant piece.
Nice, Betsy. Too much rain here lately, so no one is getting red...just doing the longing.
Oh, nice. I didn't 'see' who 'he' was at first. We've had much sun this week, wishing for some of the rain that Donna has.
I like "a giver of lifea taker of dark"We do long for that sun when he's not around, don't we? Nice poem!
Oh, that Sun. Our relationship with him is a tricky one, eh?
Enjoyed the "riddle-y" nature of your poem, Betsy -- it feels as though there are fewer poems addressing our relationship with the sun as if "he" were a person than there are moon/woman poems.