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A tradition of women

who have long since passed.

Has given belonging

to those who are last.

We stand in the clovers,

we pour tea at its best.

As the sweet bread is served

among all the rest.

May the Celtic women

long survive,

into the histories

and the archives.

copyrighted : 2025  Christine McNeill-Matteson

Allow no one to define you, no matter how sophomoric they see you . You are the determiner of your own destination.

High school will be the first place you learn culture .

The snow is a silent falling this morning .

white dress of winter’s prominence .

The temperatures are equally a quiet

presence as the single digits fall .

The birds are hushed with gray sky’s

hanging a winter blanket in the fields,

touching, no lines, no horizons

just gray on white and back again.

I bathe in the silence of aloneness.

Tucked in my home and

I am warmed by the fire,

knowing in the winter’s storm

I am blessed.

Copyrighted 2025 CMM.