Our Lady of Winter, holder of purity, clarity and chastity. The one who unlocks the doors when the flowers come. You are found in the mountains by twisted trees, their new branches straight and full of life to come. Your smile is our beginnings, the crocus your symbol, first to force it's way through your realms cold skin. We send you bread and fresh-made gauzes, you hold our dead to your heart in the darkest months, lead us to spring and peace with your yielding. Only in your seduction do we find warmth. We'll be your lover when all other suitors fail. Eyes as bright as the hope you bear, holding everything to you.
-Prayer to a Winter Lady

It's never an easy path to Winter's heart and back out again.
-Proverb of the mountain people