The harvest backons today,

The Equinox calls to us all,

Spirits of the wood and hearth

make preparations for the fall.

 

People gather in their homes,

ready to enjoy the spoils.

Festivities begin anew

as farmers rest from toil.

 

Wights and elves dance in fields,

Before the sound of Odin's horn,

The Wild Hunt draws nearer still,

Winter's grasp will soon be born.

 

Yuletide stillness will overtake the land,

A time for ceremony and open arms,

As we welcome spirits back to earth,

And revel in the winter charms.

 

I offer prose on this sacred day,

In hopes of coaxing greater favor,

May the gods bless this humble poet,

And help me be a little braver.