From Round the Still Earth, a cycle of winter songs.
I have news for you
The stag bells
The winter snows
The summer has gone.
Wind high and cold
The sun low
Short its course
The sea running high.
Deep red the bracken
Its shape lost
The wild geese
Have raised their harsh cry.
Cold has seized the bird's wings
Season of Ice
I have news for you.
(Anonymous 9th Century text)