this poem is new and out of season

I was trying to think of something to say about magic squares at the first day of science camp, but I got distracted. So a poem popped out instead (so it IS like magic . . . kind of). At any rate, for lots of nifty arithmetic, check out the wikipedia page on magic squares. Also included are magic turtles, Roman deities, and crazy Germans. You might even like it.

Please don't judge my poem too much, since I don't claim to be good at this. Suggestions are welcome. I already dislike lines 2 and 3 more than the rest.

TS

Virgin Winter

Fledgling snow whirls drowsily,

Polarized jumble knocked from full-nest sky,

And breaks with the morning,

Glistens brightly, forms white transparencies

Fractured over aspirations,

Jettisoned upon those dark strands.

Such vagrant adolescence

Hopestruck and enveloped in her rising,

Her dancing, brighting eyes.