Sif's Seasons
by Michaela Macha
From springtime´s barley sowing,
Ears shining like the sun
Deck bald fields with their glowing,
A headdress newly spun.
The rain descends in summer
Midst Thunder´s rumbling clap
As gently as the hammer
Into the young bride´s lap.
With autumn come the thieves
To cut the golden hair,
Our folk again receives
A harvest rich and fair.
As winter fields lie fallow,
We cherish every sheaf:
We bake and brew and hallow
The golden gifts of Sif.
© Michaela Macha (lyrics, tune, voice)
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