I realized today <br />that winter would <br />not exist without <br />you, Father. <br /> <br /> <br />In a world where death <br />is confused with life, <br />your breath crystallizes <br />fear into snow. <br />Mounds and piles of snow. <br /> <br /> <br />Only when your breath <br />stops <br />will this snow ever cease.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-a-winter-storm/
