In the end, there were two entries I kept coming back to.
I was pretty immediately taken with authorwithin's entry, for which she not only wrote a poem ("We wait in winter's grip for spring," but draws a picture as well: “Within each snowflake lives the promise of spring”:
I love that snowflake flower, winter giving way to spring as if that's just what it does. I pulled it up several times last month to look at it again.
And then coraa charmed me with her descriptions of accidentally capturing winter on her balcony: "The bowl of ice that I made, inadvertently, is surprisingly beautiful. Parts of it froze flawless and clear, but in some places the ice froze with flaws in it. In the day, shafts of ice that froze opaque catch the light and shine like sunbeams, and frozen bubbles and bits of dust glitter like stars. By night the face of the bowl reflects like the moon. It's almost beautiful enough to want to hold on to, for all that I do not love the cold ... tomorrow, I'm bringing in my bowl of ice so it will melt, and mixing it with henna, and so I'll use the thaw to turn my strands of gray into lines of fire. And then I'll say good morning to both the crocuses and the snow, and I'll wait for spring."
So authorwithin and coraa, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I'll send you both copies of Faerie Winter once it's released, too. (Within the next couple weeks, I think. Soon now!)
And many thanks to everyone again for sharing your visions of spring with me.