Needful

As afternoon's

clouds

muffle

the blue

and earth rolls

toward

January's

too-early twilight

I recall

with joy

our playful

morning

meeting,

Lady Sun.

The river

exhaled

yesterday's warmth

and your sparkle

refracted

from every 

flake

and ice floe.

I lifted my face

and inhaled cold

and your gold

rays

and felt 

something 

I didn't realize 

was missing

return.