Cold

A picture of a not-too-happy Streak out in the snow two years ago.

The first real snowfall of this year was last night!

Summer is Gone
9^th century, translated from the Irish.

I have but one story—
The stags are moaning,
The sky is snowing,
Summer is gone.

Quickly the low sun
Goes drifting down
Behind the rollers,
Lifting and long.

The wild geese cry
Down the storm;
The ferns have fallen,
Russet and torn.

The wings of the birds
Are clotted with ice.
I have but one story—
Summer is gone.

Winter Has Come
9^th century, translated from the Irish.

Winter has come with scarcity,
Lakes have flooded on all sides,
Frosts crumble the leaves,
The merry wave mutters.