WHITE QUEEN

Oh blessed mother--
find yourself in me
and guide my doubt-filled,
mistrusting mind;
my anxious anticipation
of the worst
that could be found….
toward a kind and fertile ground.
Dress me
Lady January,
in your crystal white lace
and gently, more kindly
pierce my frozen, fearful face
dawning streaks of primal red,
your kind of cold that hurts to breathe
and knocks me off my sled.

Ending-beginning...
Woman in white
you call my face to bleed--
but how the snowflakes sparkle,
scatter on a morning wind
backlit by sunshine,
all that stirs the heart to glow
to reach up
moving toward the stars
to dance…
but not to blow away.
The rooted dance of trees
sparkling in the sun
catching light,
the rainbows bow
and flicker just for fun
like candle flames the move
and dance…
but think you on the wick--
tis like the dance of trees with feet
embedded in the earth.

The ending-beginning queen in white
lacy, bonecold brittle one…
she who has the frozen edge
that cuts like tiny knives
shattering beneath my feet
her time is formed in ice.
I invite you in oh blessed queen--
I love your glamorous sparkle
and when the warm sun melts you…
soon I hear your trickling cackle
as you move toward earth deep roots--
leave behind your shiny form
get down to earth
beneath the storm
to foster in time
a blossoming.