In springtime
Jacarandas, those coquettish young ladies
Dip
their parasols on balmy evenings
Swirl
their lavender crinolines to the waltz of the wind
Toss
their purple mantillas and trail them seductively
But
when the savage western gales have left
their
nubile sisters shivering, denuded and forlorn
The
hoary old ladies, veterans of many a lonely winter
Stand
in massive eloquence
Thrusting
their arms to the sky
Copyright Jo Collett 2001
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| Jacarandas in Grafton October 2012 |
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