Pastel drawing, digitally optimized...By Kimmy Van Kooten All Rights Reserved 2010 This Winter's breath, from my mouth, escapes. . . Hot to cold creating this dense fog. . . And I think of my death, bating. . . Yet, in hints of Spring. . . reflating, Cool to warm. . . There’s an unsleeping Heir when a babe is born! Rise again and feel the Summer breezes! Warm to hot My nine of clouds,…