Four Women in One

		you hold the power of seasons
		sharp spices and gentle herbs
		the reds and the greens
		the garden well-formed
		the rains fall and call your name.

		you hold the memories of the fathers
		blessed be the mothers and grandmothers
		who bring forth the harvests
		and call the gods for feasting
		the sun shines with love upon your labor.

		you hold the love of your man
		walk the difficult path
		along the edge of big water
		raise your battle cry
		in the year of the long knives.

		you hold the secret of casting
		your spell has consumed me
		I am with you always
		like your mantle of buckskin
		your well-worn moccasins.

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