Swift Winds
I, as Butterfl y Woman, sit in the fall sun to warm my weary bones.
Swift winds bring news to my senses
that winter soon returns once more.
As an old one I sense the change faster than the younger ones.
I gather herbs and plants for the rough winter ahead.
My duty fi rst to the tribe above all else, the tribe is fi rst.
Many teas and medicines will be needed this winter.
The swift winds tell me this cold one will be long and fierce.
For now I work, and smell, and pay attention
to the swift winds.
Page 177
From:
"The Four Winds" New Book
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