Poem: "One Quiet Winter Evening"

This poem has been inspired and sponsored by the_vulture.  It also fills the "catching snowflakes" square on my 2-1-14 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest.

Sometimes you can look at a thing
a thousand times without
ever really seeing it,
without making first contact.

Then one quiet winter evening
everything changes --

a glow through the trees
draws you to the bank of a frozen lake,
where snow on the ice and the pine trees
glitters under the glow of the Moon,
radiant and full in the night sky.

You have seen many full moons before,
but never like this, never known them for Her
and had them beckon to you
with silver fingers spread.

Snowflakes drift down from the clouds
scattered across the black sky,
and as you catch them on your tongue
you realize that contact with the divine is like this --

that first touch will change you forever,
melt you down into clear water,
all your frozen parts flowing away --

and, knowing this, you take Her hand anyhow.