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.

—9th century Irish poet

Publisher's note: We are grateful for this last-minute addition to Mythic Passages from Mythic Journeys '04/'06 guest Karen Shafer.

[Image: Wild Geese by Jim Dyke]

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