Castle’s of Frozen Glass

   Castle’s of frozen glass.

 A winter’s day with noses pressed against the glass. Dreams of merry maidens, dancing fanciful on wind swept fields of snow and not of grass.
  I will build my castle made of bricks, hewn from an icy breath laid upon a frozen pond. Cut from their icy grip, then stacked one by one till the spires touch the sky’s from where they were found.
  A gleaming prism of frozen glass stands my fortress of a child’s dream. Filled with visions of ballrooms and thrones as never seen by all the worlds Kings and Queens.
  A winter’s dream lay there before my eyes glistening there in the midday sun, with thoughts that this to will pass. As I peer through my window at my Castle of frozen glass.

By GWRoggenbuck