Snowfall

The stormclouds came early on that cold day
Snow swirling down onto the frozen ground
Hiding the grass and the rooftops away
And muffling the gulls on the heaving sound.

I walked on a seashore of virgin white
Whispering snow-petals blinding my sight
An unholy world was cold-forged anew
While wicked winds roamed the foamy brine brew.