The jacarandas are magnificent this year. The town is awash with their particular shade of blue-purple. The path into town is a carpet of petals.
They are my calendar, telling me where we are in the year. Late, late, late!
I am reminded of one of the first poems I had published, when I was young and sentimental. So many dreams undone!
The jacaranda is out again
A shatter of colour
against summer green
A reminder of all the things not done
since last year’s bloom
across the year
with sideways looks
not daring to turn far from the day
to see the day beyond
So now a cloud of jacaranda blue
to lighten the heart
Grips instead at dreams undone
NOTE: My hand itched to edit this poem but I resisted.
First published in Centoria, 1998.