356. The Autumnal Host
While the V- shaped formations of geese have gathered south to fly.
As the ancient year wheel slowly turns another notch to the third quarter,
The nights become longer, while Sunna's visits with us are much shorter.
Flowers, once covered with lovely morning dew, now pay a frightful cost,
When Autumn's winds blow cold they turn the precious moisture to frost.
As the warmth of our growing Summer begins to sing its last sad refrain,
The leaves slowly turn to color, and in the brisk winds they fall like rain.
Though the fields seem most barren, the granaries have been filled to overflow,
The Gods have provided the means for sustenance throughout the winter's snow.
Bring in the valued livestock, gather the firewood, and keep your family held tight,
Gather yourselves round the great fire, and tell stories by its mesmerizing light.
Form up a circle of kindred, fill the drinking horns, and pass them once around,
Allow your minds to run free, and your honored words to become spellbound.
The first round is for the Mighty Gods, our honored ancestors the second toast,
Remember to save the last honor for the Goddess Sif, She is our Autumnal host !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ) © Copyright, 2015.