Thursday, February 12, 2015
“I have news for you; the stag bells, winter snows, summer has gone.
Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course, the sea running high.
Deep red the bracken, its shape is lost; the wild goose has raised its accustomed cry.
Cold has seized the birds’ wings; season of ice, this is my news.”
Irish, author unknown, 9th century.
(from A Celtic Miscellany, selected and translated by Kenneth Hurlstone Jackson.)
Season of Ice.....