We’re getting there again - almost November and our
Jacarandas are beginning to bloom; there’s already a
swoon of lilac tinge under the first tree, she’s an early
denizen - while th’ rest winge, hum and haw a bit but
evidence suggests they’ll attune to Guy Fawkes Day
It is a sign blessing th’ Seasonal Sway; we’ve moved
from jeopardy onto the highway to where we’ll cruise
comfortably ’til Christmas - bathing in the Lilac tones
under our trees, debating how we can live without th’
pleasure of being groomed in such comely opulence
How could one forget th’ carpet of purple shades we
need to remember those good old days, and without
which we’d grieve forever for events in a past tense -
there’s the promise again, as rich in sumptuousness
as the guarantees we’re freed forever such poverty
© 30 October 2018, I. D. Carswell
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