Winter Shattering

Some words on the subject of spring.

The ice shattered

-broke-

and with no smoke,

no burned-out sun.

Still, faces flattered

-faces lit-

by newfound light, no earthly s**t

an orange tree

to climb would be so fun

-so high, its green leaves filter light-,

so orange, filtered glass in spite

-glass broken, so our lungs are free.

Author's Note

Reviews/criticism always welcome :]

Reviews

[DreamingDingledodie]

great stylistic imagery throughout this poem, interesting use of the word glass as well, very great visual and sensory developments throughout! Congrats man!