‘Twas a thrill against an opalescent sky.

Of this heartland.

All after another black and yellow win.

For keeping little bodies behind desks warm.

For being a luscious exemplar of perseverance in an urban garden.

For being a luscious exemplar of perseverance in an urban garden.

And somehow it’s become a live art silhouette on what was a stark wall.

For setting the barometer for the space…no one knows seasons better than my sweet jasmine.

My version of an orb reflecting light against a cerulean sky.