JACARANDA:

I watched you in winter´s lonely months,

Standing in your bed of muddied mulch,

Naked limbs shameful, in ice bound cold,

That you a lady, should ever be so bold.

 

And within the early days of spring, I see,

You slip into lingerie, of delicate fripperies,

Bodice, panties & garter, of lavender lace,

Petticoats frilly, hiding your flushing face.

 

In summer, upon your sap throned stems,

Garbed in flowery lilac & flouncing hems,

Jacaranda in your pretty dancing gown,

Upon your head, golden bee-hued crown.

 

When summer´s danced & all worn out,

And the storms of autumn begin to shout,

Your petal raiment’s shed with lilac tears,

Now denuded, until spring´s next new year.