A place to dip my toe in the poetry pond.
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.