To Skadhi

Skadhi, winter’s woman, we welcome you.
Soon cold winds will blow, soon snows will fall here.
Soon our land becomes yours, snowshoe-maiden.
Yours the beauty of pines hanging heavy,
yours the bright jewels of ice on bare trees,
yours the bright days when the sun hits white drifts,
yours the chill nights when together wolves sing.
Hail to Skadhi! Hail to winter’s maid!