You are missed
The grey days extend
Far as the frontier horizon
Never seems to bend
We know you are contracted
To focus elsewhere more
During this time of the year
We understand the terms
Yet our eyes half open
Much the day long
As our filtered daylight
Seems like a flat backdrop
For some it simplifies
Their day's required tasks
Fewer details, fewer ties
Our known annual last reprise
I somehow feel neglected though
Your radiance is missed
A depth it warms
Although my lament is futile
To express it helps to ease the chill
Longing for your gentle gold
Cheer and joy when shown through snow
Making beautiful the cold.
-Kelly Voelker
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