Feb 16
A Winter Spell: Twa Corbies
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Winter Comes
I have news for you,
Stag bellows. winter snows,
Summer has gone,
Winds high and cold,
Sun low, short its course.
The streams running high,
Deep red, the branches
Their shape is lost,
Wild goose flies,
Cold has seized her wings,
Season of ice,
This is my news.
–Anonymous, Celtic poem
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