I seek the company of women-
The understanding of knowledge
Deep in the history of our cells.
The changing face of the moon,
Phasing from light to darkness
To fullness again,
Round, ripe and mellow.
Holding in our bodies the process of change-
Sisters of fruit and seed-
With hushed wisdom of ancient mothers,
We coven and cloister and coffee together.

*** A poem written and posted a few years ago.