Prayer to Boreas for a Safe Winter

I pray to Boreas, god of the shrill north wind,

god of the winter; from your glacial halls

in the heights of Thrace you come to us each year,

bringing the bitter chill, the knife-sharp sleet,

the shivering cold, the blinding white skies.

Father of slim-ankled Khione, maid of the snows

whose hand it is that frosts the tender grasses,

I call to you. O Boreas of the violet wings,

grant to us a season mild and free of harm,

bringer of the gales of winter, grant to us

a season safe. Ward us as we walk the black ice,

keep us from the storm, O Boreas, I pray to you.

Reviews

[LunarDragon]

It's very interesting how you worded this piece. The way you describe the winter and snow actually brings it to life. I don't know many Greek gods, so this was really interesting. I enjoyed it.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Wonderful piece, I've read a few of your other pieces. You write with impressive talent and knowledge.

[Hypnos]

Thank you very much.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

This is a great poem, very reminiscent of Homer's genius. I love how you employ the Greek gods into your poetry...it adds a very unique taste to it. Overall, I really enjoyed reading this poem.

[Hypnos]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Please take a look at some of the other prayers.

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Sure. They seem really interesting.

[Marie]

I would certainly pray to Boreas, if I thought he would heed me. The blue northers we get in Texas can drop the temperato=ure 30 degrees in less than an hour.

[Hypnos]

The prayers seem to work when I use them so please feel free to use them.