Wintry Mix

The gloomy sky reveals the gorgeous city;
The streets are fogged with almost ice half rain
But every surface glitters. All is pretty,
The ugliness, the brokenness, the stain
All filtered out by a soft focus patter
That streams in floating spirals from above
Giving an obliquity to matter
So all is slantwise, off the kilter of
Normal existence, shunted to a place
Higher and better than the mortal sphere
Where heaven's principalities may trace
The frost upon a windowpane, where mere
Human concerns seem distant and obscene
For all is cloaked in an eternal sheen.