With a glass-like glance I tumble ahead,
o’er the diaphanous linens ‘round my
head; they drape like a skirt that pirouettes
down Winter’s ethereal silhouette.
She spells me inside enchanting fractals,
which naturally emerge in causal
patterns. And prophesize ̶ melting astray
figures of morrow ̶ she twirls them my way.
What’s unveiled within her dazzling alights
is the hopeful clime of our now-delight;
like a jay singing to its dearest oak,
“Oh, the intimacy we’ll share!”, she spoke.
For when her silky, brazen, lips-kiss-mine,
I see my future: she’s crystalline divine.
Adam Fardella is a Waterloo alumnus, with a joint major in Kinesiology and Psychology. Adam also enjoys literature and reading and writing poetry. You can find Adam on IG – @adamfardella