Winter chill

Winter makes our hearts feel much colder,
with the whirls of the January winds.
What's the way to ensure souls feel warmer
If got rid of so burdensome dreams.

Morning whispered us nice graceful riddles
While immersing in pleasurable rest,
Why I see on your face wicked wrinkles,
Asking why is your heart in unrest?

The serenity's gone by the noon time,
and the winter routine reigns again 
As the grind of so hard boring lifetime
cutting fragments of sleep then began...

In the soul visions flicker and flicker,
And like sprinkle of snow, gloomy blue,
has denied the obsessions beneath me
Sweeping dust from workbench so anew..