What is it about winter
Sounds are magnified
Voices outside are louder

Barking sound of dogs
Echoing in the cold
Bitter winds blowing
Snow getting deeper and deeper

Frozen lakes and frozen hands
Chapped hands and lips

Silence comes
Over blankets
Of white

A crisp snow covered branch
A crunch in the snow
Waiting for a
New Day

Dad, I am going to try and write this
It may be a poem
It may not
But from my heart
I miss you
I remember the last time I kissed you
Your eyes were closed
They opened wide
As I kissed your forehead
In that terrible place
So white and clean
Where people die
But you will never die
Dad
I love you so much
And you will always live on
In my heart
Forever
God, I miss you so much
It's so hard to write through the tears