Ball point pen and paper.
A star emerges out of the night sky
and I am transformed
from the person
only moments before
I saw it.
January 2013 was reluctant to release her cold.
She held back snow,
a dusting here, a frigid wind chill there.
Today, March like weather, a mild 57 degrees as I sit here
with open window
and listen to street sounds
and the trumpeting of wild geese.