Winter Mourning Poem by Thomas Koen

Sleep away this lonely morning,
Dream away this cloudy mourning,
Still a hope of sun light warming,
Asleep until its rays start forming.

Close the blinds, draw the curtains,
Pretend its summer, warm and perfect.
Sleep until the birds are chirping,
Rows of flowers tall and perky.

Sleep until the sky is empty,
Bursting blue, warm and windy.
Cloudless nights bring starry lights,
Those days I truly envy.

Awake to find its been hour,
Clouds have formed into a shower,
Today I stay indoors all day,
Until the sun invites me to play.