Khione, daughter of Boreas and Orithyia,
Magnificent goddess of the snow,
I think of you,
as the sky grows dark
and flakes begin to fall.
From the warmth of my home,
I watch out the window
As the seasons turn,
and the cycle moves forward.
The wind blows and
the snow covers the fallen leaves.
Khione, I feel your cold breath in the air.
I see you in the shimmering frost.
Your storms are both beautiful and dangerous.
I honor you, as the snow falls.
Winter is your domain.
I call to you, from the heart of the storm,
Please let our hearths stay warm
and our homes stay bright.
Beautiful, Khione, I honor you!