Purple Reign / Rain

The drag home from work has just begun

Winding along side-roads avoiding the mad rush

Despite all the filth and crime

That lines the roads

There is a beauty that strikes one-

Flowering Jacarandas all along the way.

They bring life to the streets of my hellhole Joies

And ease the stress of the day as I gaze upon them

The purple sooths my eyes

And in turn my soul

There is a presence out there

Pretty purple flowers which line the way.

As each day moves from one to the next

The colourful flowers add more beauty and colourful zest

It eases the ache deep inside

Of the need to get away

There is a peacefulness they exude

The pretty purple flowers sustain me ‘til the next day

The season moves on and as time would

The pretty purple flowers have done all that they could.

They have budded and flowered and lived

But their job is now done

And they must wane like the moon

The pretty purple flowers give way for new life.

Then come the first rains of the summer

That taints the air with the smell of new grass

Then come the accompanying storms

That smashes all the flowers

Down to the ground

The pretty purple flowers have had their day.

The drag home from work still goes on

No longer hanging from the branches of their trees

Now the pretty purple flowers lie flattened on the ground

Smothering the pavement

In a deep carpet of spent blooms

Announcing the end of the purple reign.

Pam 2 June 2007