WOLF GIFT

it was a Song
		in my Heart
of Winter

		that broke me
to its frozen stillness

a Call

		so pure, so wild
i cried into the vacant cold
that crystalized my tears

		my own Loneliness
a blanket against
the oncoming Darkness
surrounding

I could not hold this Gift but with my Soul . . .



		this song from a Wolf
		echoes even now

d
   o
      w
          n

the canyon of my sorrow

		that hears him
				no more . . .

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