He is the crisp air on a snowy day
He’s the bits of sleet that gather in the wrinkles of your coat while shoveling snow
He’s the wind the red cardinal flies on
He’s the quiet of the snow covered fallen logs
He’s the white sky
I miss my dad
And he would have loved today’s snow
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 1:20 PM UTC
He is the crisp air on a snowy day
He’s the bits of sleet that gather in the wrinkles of your coat while shoveling snow
He’s the wind the red cardinal flies on
He’s the quiet of the snow covered fallen logs
He’s the white sky
I miss my dad
And he would have loved today’s snow
Grief
