She appears much like a dream, a picture of mesmerizing beauty and mystery. Winter has cast its cold and dreary spell upon the land, yet her arrival means it must soon come to an end. With eyes full of tranquility, and hair that cascades endlessly, she brings forth the first blooms of spring. They are white sprouts of hope that tell us winter’s reign will soon be undone. We marvel as the wind dances around her. Her long glorious skirt covers the desolate trees. Where there was once bareness, blossoms begin to appear. What exactly does the wind whisper in her ear? We long to know. Perhaps it whispers the secrets spring will bring to us all.