Blizzard Dancer

It’s time you learn to praise Me!

You are desperate,

ice-water in your veins.

I can bring you back to life

and turn your life around.

I swaddle, shroud and bed

your world in snow.

Birth, death, rebirth

tumble together

in My electric blankets.

I Am wind, change, transformation,

queen of disguises

and disappearances.

I Am trickster,

hiding things while I work My magic,

pulling white rabbits out of brown ones.

Usually I revel in extravagant colors:

blood is Mine,

running red and strong and vital.

Snow’s a loving joke I play

to honor the god of the pure white cloth.

I laugh, 'Marry Me,

neither whore nor virgin,

cosmic belly dancer!

Look at My wedding gown,

white, white lace!

I made it Myself! Isn’t it pretty?

Look how My nine skirts swirl!

Marry Me and dance under My skirts!

Spring-time blossoms under My skirts;

come peek!'

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018