Jacaranda

The last flower fell from the jacaranda tree

Marking the end of the vibrant purple spree

Although I know this is the outset of its rest

My soul yearns to relish again this floral fest

I remember the days it blossomed in my lane

Beholding that splendid vista I forgot all pain

Though this sabbatical is brief before bloom

How will I console my soul plunged in gloom