One star
waits
to leap frog
Sister Moon
or perhaps
jump into
her half-moon
saucer
and sled
across
the dawn horizon
Two stars
tag behind
Sister Moon
the last
of midnight's
cold lights
to wink
at her smiling
descent
New day
new year
like so many
beginnings
undetectable
under a layer
of dirty frost
an hour from dawn
so we're stumbling
sleepy
in the dark
never really ready
for change
but change
is always waiting
for us