The Australian Jacaranda Tree
I love tree’s, this one however caught my eye for a poem
The Australian Jacaranda Tree
It blooms when the air begins to warm
when the spring forgets the cold
and the streets of Sydney
turn soft at the edges
Not shy, not quiet
it takes over
without asking
painting the pavement
in lilac snow
Children walk beneath it
books in arms
purple petals in their hair
like secrets dropped by the sky
Old men remember
kisses under branches
that once looked just like this
a season
caught in slow motion
The jacaranda does not whisper
it announces itself
then lets go
without apology
No flower here lasts long
but this one stays in the mind
long after it falls.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (3)
It's showing off now in my region in California.
Lovely verse. Love trees you made this one come alive.
I love it when the jacarandas come out 💜 Cleaning up the petals can be a full-time job though!