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
