~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Vetrsongr (Wintersong)
The bride of Báleygr
has given us
the bounty of her bosom;
summer’s work is ended,
the harvest has been reaped
we await the coming cold.
Let the strong mead
be set to age
within its oaken cask;
meats hung in the smokehouse,
fish be salted,
winter’s provision is set.
Time to give thanks and honor
to the Holy Powers
Gods and Elves and Wights;
time for kith and kin
together to feast
enjoying Jördh’s bounty.
© 2002
by HrappR Normansson
Image: "Les Glaneuses" (The Gleaners), Jean-Francois Millet (1814-1875)