Azhdaya's Laire

"O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Each like a corpse within its grave, until

Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow

Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth."

~ John Davies, 1570-1626, Ode to the West Wind ~

Nice!:)

Yes, I love that, as well!! . . . I've just always love the Wind,  in general!