Hours of the Tide: Father Frost
Hour: Day of Father Frost
On Monday, we honored the personification of winter in the Father of Frosts and all that his spirit represents within the season. Snow & Frost: a duet of winter sorcerers of varying mythos and lore. I personify Father Winter as deathly and wild-- he is no sure-footed sprite. He is the bare-bones of the cold wind, moving across the land and spreading across our windows. He wears holly and furs, or nothing at all, not even skin. A withering man, or a skeleton. And, much like the withered Hag holds her hammer and walking stick that shakes the trees; holds a white rose and carries his staff. They herald the change, and hold the dark year in their power. He, the wild god whose host and wolves and haunts are the makings of all our winter-night terrors, is who I honor this day. Hail to he, his bells, his dire warnings and temper, his gifts and silence.
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