Presents

Snow falls outside as

ideas and visions

are revealed

by tender

fierce women

who are sharing

a moment

inside as

hearth fires

within their chests

envelop them

in spiritual warmth.

Speaking with

bold vivacity

roaring like

a bonfire

they talk of love and

liberty and

freedom from *******

cloistered and

blanketed at home

gently caressing

crafting scissors

and magazines.

It is time to go

and they feel

wholly renewed

vowing to create

more sacred times

such as these

as the holy

presence of kinship

blends into

the snow

that continues

to fall outside.

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