Ice Princess

I touched a horn in the winter snow
in the Appalachian mountains where I often go

Underneath the pale moon light I came upon a gracious sight!

Moving slowly, reaching out, I held my breath

In one gentle touch, without a sound, a miracle happened as snow flakes hit the ground

Then, the unicorn moved

 I stepped back 

I am no one, I'm a nobody ... yet, all of a sudden... can this be?

The unicorn bowed down to me ....