A Story Told

I want to tell a story. Of a cold earth, a wolf and a winter sky. It's about isolation and that soft kind of anguish. Told in the smell and warmth of a bitter black bean on a cold morning. Will I ever learn to make just a half a pot of coffee? A story - Yes. Of a cold earth, a wolf and a winter sky. It's about lonliness and the plight of a single snowflake. Told in the hesitation of taking in that next breath-- At a check-out line, stop light, ATM, break room. It's a story about void and the soft crunch of a wolf's foot on freshly fallen snow. Told in the acceptance of distant, hallow, lost gazes and shallow smiles. It's a story told. And done to death.... Authored in a howl and the crackling of winter trees.