I find that I have nothing to write although I sit here wanting to write something. I drove beneath a Jacaranda tree, flowering off a busy, smoggy street in Glendora. It's that time of year in Southern California, the Time of the Jacaranda.
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Photo by Scott Contini |
Imagine a brilliant shower of violet blooms, falling like glorious purple snow. Generosity of World to give us such gifts. Purple trees! Miraculous, here, at the bus stop.
I'm not sure I can say anything that would do justice to the Flowering of the Jacaranda Tribe............I looked throughout the web for poems about Jakaronda, and found many - almost all, departures for what the tree reminded people of. But I can't imagine such a phenomenon as reminding me of anything except itself.......I stand beneath the Jakaranda tree, it's falling purple blossums, my mouth open. Speechless.
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