As Summer leaves turn from green to orange - gold,
The early morning dew gives way to a frosty - cold.
As the wolf chases Sunna further from our earth,
It gives life to Winter in a cold and lonely birth.
The season has changed, like the turning of a page,
And soon the harsh Winter will come forth full of rage.
For now let us enjoy the natural beauty of the Fall,
But listen closely my friends for the Winter wolves lonely call.
Enjoy the last delicate flower, before it withers and dies,
And gaze once more upon the bluebird before it flies.
Eat, drink, dance, sing songs, and be merry,
Think not of the Winter that will arrive in a hurry.
Fall Eve Night is here, it is time to be bold !
On an altar of my making, a ritual I will hold.
I will thank the Gods for all that they share,
And honor them with toasts to show them I care !
As I raise my horn, and give them their due,
From the mead that I made from a magical brew.
I pour out my heart, I give them my soul.
and give them a blood oath into the bowl !
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012.