Bona Dea/ December 4th

Long, long ago, on this day,
women, only women together,
filled a table with delicious food
made a bower of flowers,
of vines, and waited.
She would come down from her
place on the Aventine,
the Great Goddess, the woman soul
of the earth, to sanctify and tell
each one their fate. Nocturnal,
oracular, a milk and honey thing,
pure for the many, a mystery,
remembering the wild world,
preparing for the rebirth of the sun.