Ode To A Jacaranda

When I yearn for places that aren't here,

Resent the seasons of this time of year,

The buzzing summers fester panting breaths,

The autumn springs that bring both life and death.

In fairytale landscapes oft I run,

To hide from Nature’s brightly shining sun.

I turn my head away from pale trees,

and lorikeets that dance within the breeze.

Yet when I’m shaken from my chaptered trance,

My eyes may blink to catch a fleeting glance,

I'd pause, and spin, and drink in what they find,

the purple snow in summertime.

A thousand blooms do rest beneath my feet,

Embrace the earth with woven lilac pleats.

Within my mind, I'm stretched upon the bed,

Downwards they flutter to caress my head.

So when I'm dreading sticky summer days,

I rest my eyes on snowflakes far away.

Blossoming slow-dance, kissing spring fall farewell,

Welcoming Christmas, ringing lavender bells.