News.

Jackson, Snow-Laden Trees, 1914

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.

Anonymous, 9th century, Irish