Solmonath

Janus, indifferent, departs the stage

Leaving welts from the tips of his flail

Bright dots where their hides frost pink

Like blind nestlings in snow

Mud month now prevails

It’s progeny proceeds from purification

Upon the old sabbath now

Heavens spill the healing tonic

Water – Earth, sacred bonds

Reshape, make new earth

Frozen mud awaits

Vernal awakening

Solmonath haed grises

 

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