~ as Winter bares Her soul.. .

i dream apace, in that region beyond warmth, a glowing infinitude, a blanket of snow, regrets {aligning with brighter hopes}, as Winter bares her soul.. .

"Poetry is the mysterious wing that glides at will in the whole world of the soul, in that infinite sphere, one part of which is colors, another sounds, another movements, another judgments, and so forth, all vibrating simultaneously, according to certain laws, that a vibration in one region communicates itself to another region. The privilege of art is to feel and express these relationships, which are deeply hidden in the very unity of life. From these vibrations of the diverse regions of the soul an accord results, and this accord is life; and when this accord is expressed, it constitutes art." ~ Henri Dorra

wishing you a cup full of snowflakes & a bowl full of poems today lovelies!!!