Mr Jacaranda

Exactly two years ago

I posted about the purple rain
that comes this time of year -
Showering down on grass,
tarmac, and rooftops.

Of a certain old tree nearby,
who speaks in whispers
of Spring, and Exams

and Walking Barefoot.

With your purple between my toes
I try to remember who I was two years ago:
the thoughts I had,
and the dreams I carried in my heart
as I stepped under your branches -

I know that for all my wild imaginings,
If you told me where I would be now
I would never have believed it

and I am glad of that.