A Little Seasoning (5 of 5)

Were you a queen, or maybe king, 
Of somewhere, someplace, long ago; 
In seasons past, as clouds rolled by 
Or in, with rain, or fog, or snow 

Which folded in to how you played. 
The snow invaders, angel suns, 
Or rainy gremlins of a youth 
Played out among

The lonely ones