Winter Morning Grey

Lonely winter rain outside my window
Playing ever softly, tiny drums
Keeping rhythm to the sound of no one
Keeping time for all I have become.
Winter rain clouds washing out the morning,
Winter nights still linger in my mind.
Singing songs of lonely winter daydreams,
Somber birds upon the empty branch,
Singing songs of winters lost to memory:
Winters frozen lake and sleeping land.