April haikus

Branches of blossoms
Bloom overhead, shelter me
nature’s cathedral.

Trees dressed now in pink,
whimsical and full of youth,
soon don stolid greens.

The gripping drama
Of those last twenty seconds
ends in March sadness.

Thinking it is Spring,
I put away the winter coats.
I am wrong. And cold.

In the midnight hour
Lights shine on the wet pavement
makes the world shiny.

(Ironically – I’m sitting at the 5 year old’s agility class typing this and Like a Virgin has just come on, as I’m typing the above haiku – a kind of beautiful synchronicity.)

The forecast said rain.
But not until 2am.

And now I am soaked.

This music is hard.
Where is the downbeat? Count. Count.
Look away, lose your place.

I fly downhill fast,
Wind whipping hair, heart in throat.
I huff up hill slow.

Again, from the top.
We’ve done this scene many times.
Rehearsal time loop.

Tech is a process –
All the people backstage make
The magic onstage.

So I think this is interesting – at one point last month, one of the crew members took me to the upper bowers of the theatre. I’d never gone up there before, and it was FASCINATING. The first picture below is an image of our show. The second picture is what that set up looks like from above the fly rails.

Have you finally put away your winter coats? Do you have any tales of being behind the scenes somewhere? What’a your favorite Madonna song?

Haikus for March 2025

Bitter winds blowing
In like a lion indeed.
Where is last week’s warmth?

Oh Hello, Robin!
You’ve come back, bringing sunshine
As snow melts away.

Cuddles with my kids,
moments of stillness and love.
The eye of the storm.

Robins hop and sing,
Joyfully welcome spring,
Dancing like my heart.

She trails green branches
A silk train? a dragon’s tail?
Wings so she can fly?

March blows cold then hot.
What do I wear for my date
with this fickle friend?

You have arrived home,
Yet you still sit in the car.
Because it’s quiet here.

Despite my short list,
All the pretty shiny things
End up in my cart.

These gnarled tree branches
push forth blossoms each spring –
New growth from the old.

Is the weather fickle where you are?