Ingrid Swanberg
An Faoilleach
the silence of this day
penetrates every sound
no one speaks
no one comes
only the wild birds
famished by the cold
how brief
the passage
of red-gold light
upon the snow
this evening
how near
the stars glow
Note: An Faoilleach is the 'wolf month' or 'wolf moon' of the old Celtic calendar.