Pro Tem is the Bilingual Newspaper of Glendon College. Founded in 1962, it is York University’s oldest student-run publication, and Ontario’s first bilingual newspaper. All content is produced and edited by students, for students.

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Pro Tem est le journal bilingue du Collège Glendon. Ayant été fondé en 1962, nous sommes la publication la plus ancienne de l’Université York ainsi que le premier journal bilingue en Ontario. Tout le contenu est produit et édité par les étudiants, pour les étudiants.

A Summer Paintbrush

A Summer Paintbrush

I

Green and blue

Reflect heavenly tones.

We have a slice of heaven

Here on Earth.

It’s called spring

When every being

Sings its worship

In vegetal harmony.

Elsewhere,

Polar bears pant.

Inconvenient truths

Fall on deaf ears.

Still elsewhere,

Monsoons roar and destroy.

II

Here,

My tanned skin

Has absorbed

And reflects

The golden orb,

Hanging by a thread

In the sky

Like a kite.

Smells of pie

Waft through

An open window.

III

The deafening sound

Of bright cicadas

Sharply tears

The air around me.

Beady eyes

Gawk from

Nervous sparrow faces.

They hop,

Then take flight as one.

I see kaleidoscope images

Of heavy, bright

Summer days.

Cypress branches

Sway below

The cumulus-clouded azure.

Droplets of sweat

Leave clean trails

On this tanned face.

Bumblebees float

In and out

Of hibiscus cups,

Suckling nectar.

IV

In the clouds

Dwell the Gods.

Near the Sun is Mount Olympus.

And what are we to the Gods?

Ants? Playthings?

A glimpse of a soft squirrel tail

Jogs my memory.

Where squirrels are, there are nuts

Nuts?

Flowers, like jewels on stems

Nod in the playful breeze.

They greet

The monarch butterflies

And the moths

Which glide

On air currents.

Loudmouth blue jays

Form an impressive chorus

Alongside the cheeps and trills

Of sparrows and chickadees.

Scent of magnolia

Reaches my nose,

And my neurons

Are drowned in serotonin.

V

Chlorine-bleached hair

Caresses plump shoulders,

And your skirt reveals

Skin not yet reached by

Golden rays.


My love is a cool breeze

Amidst the humidity.

My love has lips, juicy like

Late summer cherries on

Backyard trees.

My love,

My love.s


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