Jacarandas

The pale blossoms that bloomed
with the coming of spring are already slipping away from the sky

falling from branches that cannot cling

to fragility;
bursting with beauty then plunging, dry,
to the ground.

The heat is blazing

Fallen onto the shimmering concrete of summer
And trampled underfoot

Torn display of overpowering decay

The blending purple innocence is crushed
on each mournful morning commune
it has become easier to tread over nature
no guilty hearts; lips are hushed.

The heat is blazing.

Beaded skin sticks to my seat
Prickling with sweat
Bound by the heat
To each surface I brush up against.

In that light summer frock
I watched the flowers tremble and tumble
It came as a shock to me
That, that is the destiny of all

In a flash my youth shall be gone
and what will I have to show?

The heat is blazing.I can feel it burn.