In between – a haiku

Sunny but wind chill,
Who knows how to dress in this
In between weather?

Walks ’til Magic Hour

Source: photok12.org/?q=node/11

Oh glorious day!
Sunshine blazes through canopies of green, crowds filter into High Park
A blackbird calls, its red and white marks peeking through the brush
Algae foams above the pond, where breezes sweep through the gardens
Strolling a maze of hedges and wading pools
Sit with face to the sky, indulge in quenching fruit salad and gelato
Hike hidden sandy trails imagining a place without city noise
Emerge into picnics, lawn bowling games, and playground cheers
Snapping photos and laughing chats all the way
Have a mini barbecue in shady grass, with softened rays of the dying hours
Contemplating why we work so hard to seclude ourselves from nature,
When we love so much to wallow in it?

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Perfect way to end the long weekend: had an absolutely fantastic time with my family and my only regrets are that I had homework nagging the back of my mind and that I didn’t reapply sunscreen, not because of sunburn, but because it is too soon to already get this tanned. Summer feels so close but so far away, and I am feeling very unmotivated to go back to school and don’t-even-mention exams. I just have to remember to live every moment because before I know it, grade 11 will be finished.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

A High of Twenty-Two (NaPoWriMo #18)

What I felt like as I stepped out into unexpectedly gorgeous spring weather.

Today

was a thunderstorm with a high of twenty-two.
Stretching in a studio anticipating
the song of raindrops to slide down glass walls.

They were right about the high of twenty-two,
But yellow light streamed inside instead,
Too bright we reluctantly put down the blinds.

In a building you can’t feel a high of twenty-two,
A little walk to the store to buy pairs of pointe shoes
For rehearsals that stretch further than sunshine.

At day’s end hoped it’d still be a dry, high of twenty-two,
Sigh of relief stepping out into fresh air
Body had been programmed to seize up for winter’s chill.

Skin finally sees the sun again, in a high of twenty-two,
Cool breezes aerate fibres of clothing
While the clouds are patiently waiting.

Thank you Mr. Weatherman for reporting the good news,
But it’s nature who let us have a  a high of twenty-two

Today.

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Spring weather makes me so excited for summer and spending time outside. April showers bring May flowers, so pour on, rains of Toronto, because I can’t wait to see green on the trees like the grass. It looks like we’ll be rotating around our seasonal wardrobes very soon…

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

A Tanka (NaPoWriMo #11)

Striking photo of a frozen statue by Miika Järvinen

Sleet drops in buckets
I forgot my umbrella
Must I go outside?
A hooded man sits content
On the street sipping hot tea

“Someone else is happy with less than what you have.” -Unknown

(More than one third of the way there!)

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

Rainy Driving at the End of the Day: Ottava Rima (NaPoWriMo #8)

Painting by René Wiley – Reflections in The Alley, 2012

Raindrops splatter on the windshield, sky’s tears
Speeding wheels on wet pavement, heard through glass
The yawning of the sun means cold still nears
Winter clings to twilight, makes its reign last
A small storm assembles, until it clears,
We watch its feat, waiting for it to pass
Step out the car to a warm sunshine feel
Or misty air wafting a home cooked meal

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“You can’t always get what you want. but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.” -Mick Jagger

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Let me just say, I love thunderstorms. And lightning. Even in the gloomiest of days, if you look hard enough, there are little sparks, however fleeting, that can make you smile.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

2013, Let’s Go: Some holiday afterthoughts

It’s January, the awkward month of transition between celebrating and lounging around to getting back on your feet to catch up with a schedule again. When the long awaited winter wonderland of snow  goes from this:

To this:

Ah, the beauty of city snow. Maybe part of it is psychological as there is not much to look forward to anymore – just the rest of the long,  not-so-cold-but-wet winter up ahead. I miss the holiday music playing on the radio, bustling streets full of people searching for goodies, and just all the smiles of having time to spend the way we wanted. This year, we were lucky to visit Ottawa and had a great time visiting family and friends. I suppose the ending of the season makes it that much more special. Until next year, it is currently still a time of reminiscence for me:

On a bright note, we survived the apocalypse – despite the scary coincidence of New York flooding just like in the movie 2012 – and society can continue stumbling along trying to find the meaning of life. Part of my New Year’s resolution is to blog every other day… starting today.

It is good to go back to school, dance, and be back with friends but I cannot say that I have the same enjoyment for deadlines and assignments yet. There’s something satisfying about getting back to being active and productive, our minds, bodies, and tummies just can’t handle it yet.

The rhythm will come back soon I’m sure, and in the mean time, do the world a favour and wear some bright colours to cheer up the grey of post-holiday depression. Happy weekend and belated New Year!

-thebookybunhead