The winds turns icy and cold.
Pulling upon golden leaf.
The Wintersmith spreads his silvery dust.
Lugus turns south.
Shadows grow longer.
Ancestors grow nearer.
Swallows go south, geese go north.
Pleiades and Orion march from the east.
Day and night.
Night and day have reached a balance if only for a few days.
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