and so it is with my old friend

The light from the sun is reflecting
upon something

I placed beside the window.

In all that sparkle its identity
is lost,

 but when the light is gone

the shape of the things itself will return.

I will keep it where it now sits
so I can see the beauty of its sparkle 

another day.

What with the lowering of winter's sun

this may take a long time,
but when I look at it

I remember the sparkle
as much as I see
the thing itself.