To Embrace the Winter Moon

by Michael Macklin

Ascension begins like this,
walking into the falling snow
each flake lifts us with its gentle kiss.

Imperceptible as the silent hiss
we rise above the earth below
ascension begins like this.

As a bare oak reaches to assist,
keeps us from the wind’s cruel blows,
each flake lifts us with its gentle kiss.

Trembling we would be remiss
to leave all dreams of stars we hold,
ascension begins like this.

No storm’s song could we resist,
but rise above the moon’s shadow,
each flake lifts us with its gentle kiss.

This is no wonder to dismiss,
but rather one to deeply know.
Ascension begins like this,
each flake lifts us with a gentle kiss.