The first agapanthus
Like a lance, it looks up The first agapanthus In the backyard Always special – As a vanguard Promising more of its ilk To run wild in the garden With summer colours That rich purple Will paint the green of bushes all A ballast of hues December warmth They collude, don’t they? Just when the jacarandas Are done with their insanity The agapanthus strikes Baton of blooms passed They will carry the colours Deep into summer’s heart Long until the solstice mirth It is the first one though That melts your heart Almost always Unexpectedly seen Popping up One hot sultry day Like a long, forgotten friend Sending a sudden text And you remind yourself She’s still around Usual self And remembers me And you smile, One more winter Has thus passed by One more year of wisdom spilled Now, one more summer Of heat waves Balmy rays Laced with agapanth...
