Against the prevailing trend - below average winter
temps have invaded from the frozen Canadian tundra,
these hosta have sprouted in an area nestled
between the Natatorium and the parking garage.
There, warm air scented by the promising,
if sterile, aroma of chlorine, is vented from the pool,
is perhaps playing a joke on the hosta,
telling it Spring in this sheltered spot, hidden
from the miserable reality of the evil,
reviled Polar Vortex.