on mighty Ohrus

Now ruffle those feathers now put on wool socks, now join us in honoring the equinox. The night is stupendous, the darkness is long, we fill it with visits and dancing and song. We miss old man Ohrus, the shepherd of light, whose rhythms compel us to batten down tight. His wanderings vary, he scours the earth, his disc in this season gives us a wide berth. His sister fair Luna, she shines night and day, her phases say Harvest now or Plant today. We know he's returning, that he'll warm us soon, we yearn for those golden rays that make things bloom. The evenings shorten, the days they expand, the springtime shoots will all too soon fill the land. Now tend to the fire, now bank up the coals, discuss with us present needs and future goals. We've stored enough bounty, to give lend and share, you'll want not your worries and cancel your cares. The warmth is returning, to grace each of us, so dress up a tree-bough – all hail great Ohrus. Huzzah.

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