Oh, blessed season, spring and summer’s brink
Inlaid twixt frozen hell and sweltering stink;
Time to flee the grey city’s human clutter,
Pensive strolling in solitude utter.
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In garden suburbs, fit for families to grow,
A park, neat and pretty, in Scarborough North
Where a little stream gurgles, winding forth
‘Neath umbrellas of billowing willow,
Where ducks dive amongst stands of man-high reed,
Place where ‘twer planned many a crazy deed.
Here, in this unwitting monastery,
Catalogue a year’s triumph and folly.
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Arranged high upon the manicured bank
Crabapple and pear stand in serried rank
Open floral salute in white and pink;
Their cheerful petals on the warm breeze ride,
Paint pastel dots ‘pon the emerald ground.
Oh, ersatz hanami, quaint and sublime!
Snow to Sand: Poetry, Stories and Musings from Canada, the Caribbean and Ukraine 
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The neighbourhoods of Scarborough, Toronto, just south of the Pacific Mall, are a collection of crescents and cul-de-sacs criss-crossed with watercourses and parallel bike and footpaths, along the banks of which were planted numerous crabapple trees. Some of them have been torn up since I was in high school (probably to reduce the infestations of tent caterpillars), but they were easily the equal of the cherry blossoms seen elsewhere in the City and regarded, by certain snobs, as superior to the flowering crabapples, probably because of the influence of anime/weaboo culture. “Crabapple” sounds rustic and plebeian, while “cherry blossom” is exotic and sophisticated. Wondrous clouds of fuchsia and pink lining the canals, over whose reed beds the red-winged blackbirds circled and willows danced…quaintly beautiful places to wander and daydream.
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