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The triple fire of the Mother blazes on the hearth

And her fire does melt the ice

that encases us

for beneath the snow of the Dark Goddess Winter

lies the greenery that will be woven into the Fire Woman’s crown

beneath the cold metal in the forge

lies the sword that shall be forged to battle in her honor

beneath the basin and the cabinets

are the healing herbs she gives us to mend our families

beneath the cluttered desks

are the bottles of ink and parchment

her reminder to us

never forget our selves, in the midst of cluttered life

for as the snow melts and the spring returns

so too must we from our introspection

as life springs forth from the dead.