D.C. in Whites



The white curtain closed and I looked


Coats and gloves walked and ice grew


One thousand flakes strong came down and then anew


A soft bed of foam arose and with glue


Visions of milk-drenched cotton in everything but stew


City of lights suited with gowns of frost and hue


Angelic stardust falling from the sky into our moon-lit brew


Oh IÕm in heaven and I never knew!