sting-wind

Updated: June 30, 2026

Full four white moons have waned; the blizzard wind has hissed and stung, till the house-bound wonder if the days of spring will ever come. In March, when the northward-heading crows appear, the sting-wind weakens, halts; the sweet south wind springs up, the snow-robe of the plains turns yellow here and there as the grass comes through, then lo! comes forth a world of crocus bloom.

Ernest Thompson Seton - The Preacher of Cedar Mountain: A Tale of the Open Country