Lace draped like a cloth
cut from the clouds
on upturned roots
which lined the roads.
Crystals of symmetry,
like linen sleeves
slip down the arms
of sleeping trees.
A canopy formed,
a wedding veil
suspended on the wind.
I heard Pachelbel’s canon
as I stood in the aisle.
Gerald the Writer 
wow jerry…you paint winter beautifully…
thanks for stopping by…I sure wish I had more time for dverse but I’ll try when I can. Happy Weekend to you!
nice…lovely imagery of the season…and i heard that same song down the aisle…smiles…
smiles back at cha
very nice Jerry. Love your writing. inspires me!