Today as all witch’s know,
mother’s milk begins to flow;
lambs and calves are newly born,
fewer and further between come storms.
Birds begin to build their nest,
sunlight begins to feed the grass;
and the land is prepared to receive,
the coming planting season’s seeds.
Today we honor the Horn Lord’s bride
who casts the winter’s cold aside;
we lay her image in a bed,
offering her cheese and bread.
As the bitter winter cold
begins to release its strong-hold;
on the window sills candles burn,
in anticipation of the Spring’s return.
Through each room in the home,
a plough of earth is allowed to roam;
& a pinch of this we keep,
to remind us we sow that which we reap