Father: A Winter Storm Poem by David Kowalczyk

Father: A Winter Storm

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I realized today
that winter would
not exist without
you, Father.


In a world where death
is confused with life,
your breath crystallizes
fear into snow.
Mounds and piles of snow.


Only when your breath
stops
will this snow ever cease.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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