The clouds have shed,

A brilliant, beautiful arch emerges. 

A portion to complement the burning flame, roaring and untouchable.

A slice to complement the citrus fruit, ripe and ready.

A sliver to complement the sun above, proud and unyielding.

A wedge to complement the tall trees, fierce and mighty.

A section to complement the afternoon sky, bright and serene. 

A segment to complement the vast ocean, angry and tumultuous.

A piece to complement the tiny flowers, fragrant and exquisite.

Just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanishes. 

Withholding its beauty until another day.

Lillian Knoops

Lillian Knoops is a second-year Professional Writing student who struggles to remember how to pronounce “poutine” based on whether she’s back home near Stratford, Ontario or here in the Ottawa area.