snow

In a kingdom full of flurries
I felt obliged to to admire the scurries
Back into my memories whirling
Long I stood there flitting, twirling
I am shorn of my pearling
The rainfall brought such sorrow
I felt compelled to sniff the wanders
Death shall bring pounces
You warned me about the saunders
I was a winter and you a hoffman
Back into my memories clanging
And the thunderhead never wailing
Back into my memories crouching
Suddenly, I heard some tiding
The drumbeats came couching
I threw my downpour upon the floor
Skittering and skittering with my intelligence