in her willowing words

winds wind white hooting snow owls open attuned offerings  
each song has its own luster while toning forks  
weave spirit looms chimed by smoke signals  
 
passionate  
compassion  
faces form  
 
from wise ones  
wombed  
 
sisterhood calls  
strengthens  
it beckons  
aflame  
 
she passes the talking stick  
lamentations where confessions begin  
to appear in pure combustion air escapes  
trinket trembles as we lay washing our hair  
as wild it grows again  
 
an auspicious outstretched  
comforting hand  
throws confetti  
her colors we feast  
spellbound  
we surrender  
 
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