We the seasons do here by proclaim,
Rain, snow and wind storms,
Whereby we bathe you in the suns rays on sunny summer Sundays,
Whereby we bring leaves down in amber autumn colors,
And they fall to the ground in the breeze of the September eve,
Whereby we call forth the Nordic gods to heave swirls of snow and sleet,
Whereby we lay spring showers to wet the breast of callow chicks resting in their mother’s nest
We hereby call forth the souls of the persons hidden on the limen of the equinoxes
We hereby beckon all these beings to light,
To the warmest parts of the globe
To the curviest part of the Earth
To stand on your individual equators and
Be warmed by the heat of your own being.
We welcome you and to you we present this new season:
Winter
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