I’M IN LOVE WITH A JACARANDA ROSE

Pink with a hint

of mauve purple,

a penetrating scent

sweeter than Baclava

when she blooms.

Every morning

many kisses,

one petal at a time.

My flower is fragile

but strong enough

to spook a horse.

A momentary gaze

at her radiant glow

is all the ecstasy

I’ll ever know.

I dread the day

she will one day fade.

I practice weeping now.