There is a time and purpose for every season. Seasons can force us to confront the dark things inside us, to face our fears, to feel the hurt. Seasons can call on us to shed what no longer serves, to let go of dead weight, to burn so that we can rise up. Seasons can nurture us into blossoming, opening up our hearts to love, growth, and possibility. But first, there is a time for winter. A time to sit in stillness with the newly bare self. A time for sweeping away the ashes. A time to channel the wild, ancient energy of sun, moon, salt, and earth. A time for self care. A time for healing.

PRAISE FOR A TIME FOR WINTER

*"…motifs which once were bound to feelings of desperation and loss, morph into vessels for hope. This is a result of Quinn’s craft – her nuanced understanding of progression and structure." – Kristiana Reed, poet and author of Flowers on the Wall*

*"…powerful and gripping, emotionally evocative, and I found pieces of myself in every line." – Ashley Jane, poet and author of Love, Lies and Lullabies*