Old Boreas, vainglorious
screws up his face to blow
cheeks puffed, the god, notorious
exhales on friend and foe
the chill invades your window sill
your doorway and your coat
the river, frozen, standing still
your breath dies in your throat
Old Boreas, vainglorious
your ancient breath does worry us
like snowbirds, we head south
escaping from your mouth
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