bare tree - January of 2008 (A winter scene in the Kalamazoo, MI area.) The seductive frost liquidates frolicing souls that dance to the song of the humble winds. They stretch their arms and raise their voices in a mystical chant. 'Hover me, oh Great One. For I long to breathe inside your richness of spirit. I offer you my seeds of bliss to surround my bold lungs with the inner strength of redemption. For I shall not be lost unto deadly woes that cling to my icy visions, but I will overcome the longevity of this ungodly haven of fire that burns within my fractured vessel.'