Poetry In The Nude

Such a sunny spring day,
I'm unable to bear
Being shut up inside.

Gentle breezes blowing,
Whispery clouds flowing,
The sunlight on my face dancing.

My lapboard loaded up
With pens, paper, and my
Imagination; I venture outside.

Into the peacefulness of my
Backyard exploding into
Springtime greens before my eyes.

Pen to paper seems to write itself.
Unaided, words and letters
Flowing into forms all by themselves.

Rythums and rhymes
Come of their own design
And empty sheets of paper quickly fill.

Unburdened of clothes or
Concerns or seemingly anything,
I'm out in the afternoon.

This perfect afternoon,
Perfectly spent out
Writing poetry in the nude.