JACARANDA IN DREAMS



I opened the curtains, you call them drapes
on the heaviest morning of cold Scottish rain
(no drought here)

I looked at the garden and suddenly wished there
was a Jacaranda tree down there,
some fine specimen from Corfu, or Malta,
or California - big purple flowers
of singular beauty

Sure, there were apples with red rosy cheeks
Hydrangeas, mop-heads, like Nottingham lace

I saw Buddleias shaking in the wind;
The bees have been visiting all summer,

Buddleia Santana for them,
but no Jacaranda

I first saw them in the Robin Williams film,
What Dreams May Come - I couldn't believe my eyes.

Are Jacaranda invasive? I certainly hope so.