Sonnet 2.I - The Sun Gets Inside
A Petrarchan rhyme-scheme sonnet, highlighting my tendency to sit on the front porch in the sun, specifically in the winter time.
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In winter’s cold there is a place I rest, on porch, at half past ten, on days off work. It’s there and then that sun shines down with force. It’s there and then that, rays, my face, caress. The winter’s cold hits deep, reveals my breath when first I step outside and stand on porch. But as I leave the shadows and I perch, sit still, the warmth sinks deeper into flesh. On winter days, I sit on porch in sun. I roll up sleeves, expose my arms to light. I tilt up face, I close my eyes, and breathe. And oxygen fills up my lungs, my blood. And ultraviolet, too, enters inside, where chemistry occurs, restoring faith.
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Love this and love your photos! Thanks for sharing!
Oh yes, I love sitting in winter sunlight, soaking up the rays to make up for the shortened daylight hours.