Monthly Rune

By this fire I warm my hands
And with my spade I delve my lands
Here I set my seeds to spring
And here I hear the birds to sing
I am as light as bird in the treetop
And I take pains to weed my crop
With my scythe my mead I mow
And here I shear my corn full low
With my flail I earn my bread
And here I sow my wheat so red2
At Martinmas I kill my swine
And at Yule I drink red wine

Beginning a New Year :: Weather Lore

If the New Year’s Eve night wind blow south,
It betokeneth warmth and growth;
If west, much fish in the sea;
If north, much cold and storms there will be.
If east, the trees will bear much fruit;
If north-east, flee it, man and brute.

* Each line of the Rune correspondes to one month, beginning with January
2 Winter wheat

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