a beautiful dream

seasonal beauty (jacaranda)

it was on the very first drive to a friend's house
that I saw them.
maybe nine or ten jacaranda trees;
a patch of violet against green bushes and blue sky.

barely into spring,
yet endless petals fall,
and I laugh and wonder
if this is Prince's purple rain.

this seasonal beauty,
if not his, is mine.

I drive through this violet avenue,
pressing purple petals into the pavement.
the council's seasonal nuisance
is my greatest seasonal joy.

I want to stop the car and stand underneath it;
open my arms out wide
and catch this brilliant confetti in my fingers,
hoping it stains my hands.

but I keep on driving.
I'm almost at her house.

she's waiting for me, 
and I wonder if I've told her
that purple...
purple is my favourite colour.