I know the giddiness of the first snows of winter; when big, soft flakes land on your tongue and stir the tastes of Christmas. And I know the relief when the last snow falls; when a winter-weary soul leans into the whirls of spring.

Today, Jadis-of-Narnia looked out her bedroom window and spied the orange branches of the blueberry bushes.
She cried her reign. April is coming and her winter-white is lost to memories of sleigh-bells and Turkish Delight.
april come she will, when streams are ripe and swelled with rain; may she will stay, resting in my arms again.