Here's my story; the stag cries,
Winter snarls as summer dies.
The wind bullies the low sun
In poor light; the seas moan.
Shapeless bracken is turning red,
The wildgoose raises its desperate head.
Birds' wings freeze where fields are hoary.
The world is ice. That's my story.
The book "Celtic Way of LIfe" is no poetry book per se, but just a small book
describing shortly the daily life of the ancient Celts in Ireland.
This reference was sent to me by someone else who liked the poem. My
version of it is from a poster I bought last year that I really liked. It
seemed particularly appropriate for this winter! :)
Blessings and music,
Gwen Knighton gwynfyd@max.tiac.net (bard for hire)
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| 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 blackbirds' wings; |
| Season of ice, this is my news. (Ireland, 9th century) |
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