The Jacaranda’s cloud has met me in the morning
Bright lavender and lilac have overrun the grass
A loud splash of colour, late spring and lovebirds singing,
And crystal clear air puts sparkles in my glass.
It is an early morning; I open windows wider
and trumpets of blue flowers drop water on my hand.
This sadden bloom of nature is music for a writer
as kookaburra cackles with its acute descant.
Jacarandas morning
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