Arbor Walk

Dead Tree

Where he swings in the wind and rain,
In the sun and in the snow,
Without pleasure, without pain,
On the dead oak tree bough.
~ Edward Thomas

The Jacarandas are out in Brisbane so the city is dotted with purple. I would have to say that these are my favourite trees.

Here’s a poem I wrote about Jacarandas a couple of years ago:

September blooms of purple hues,
adorn the city street.
And in bright splendour praises Spring,
where limbs and feathers meet.

Amid soft purple hues I lay,
to rest my weary head.
In fantasies drifting away,
upon a sprinkled spread.