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 agapanthus days…

 

26^th October, 2025