Boreas – The North Wind

I am Boreas, the Wind of the North.

Boreas - Old Man Winter
Boreas – Old Man Winter

I am the bitter chill of mid-winters night,
The snow which falls through the darkness,
frost settled on frozen and arid ground.

I am the frigid northern wind, which howls around the eaves.
I am the grass that crackles beneath your step, brittle ice on a winter night.

I am old age.
The grey which streaks your hair,
The arthritis creeping into your joints.
I am the wrinkle on your brow,
The unease of your mortality.

I am midnight.
The deep darkness of night, the longest of the year.
I am the deep stillness of that night, the quiet of the earth.

I am Yule.
The Winter Solstice, my darkness never wanes.
I am the earth, sleeping, barren, unforgiving.

I am the Earth.
The subterranean stillness, the soil which cloaks you in death.
I am stillness, peace, the depths of the unchartered cave.


I am North.
I am winter.
I am Earth.
I am darkness.
I am midnight.
I am old age.

I am Boreas, the Wind of the North.


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