“First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus -
Crocus.”

- Lilja Rogers -

“Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and “the dead months” will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found in the forest.”

- Fiona Macleod, Where the Forest Murmurs -

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

- Edgar Allan Poe -

“The flower is the poetry of reproduction.”

- Jean Giraudoux -