The images that spring to mind are not
the images I need to catch the feeling:
soft-focus photograph or ballet girl in veils
or even sea light moving on the ceiling –
plangent, wispy, soft in the wrong way.
I need the point where strong and frail combine:
the drift and fall of mauve in powder blue,
the cool leaf’s fishbone shadow line.
Washed out, fastidious, the blue
jacaranda flowers in the street
with all the creative happiness of art,
showing age and lightness still meet.
It brings the same joy again this year.
When he was four my son running to greet
his mother called, “Hey look at the blue tree:
the jack on the veranda’s in the street.”
by Vivian Smith
[Photo: jacaranda blossoms]