Monday, March 30, 2009

Garlanding the trees


It was the month I remember

When the trees were wreathed with coronets of flowers

Bougainvilleas bloomed in the ornamental park

Breathing in the excess of their own flamboyancy

We pushed aside their thorns

Crushed their tissue flowers like broken kites

Against our fingers



We walked on flowers, a yellow carpet

Trod on petals strewn prodigal and wanton

Sat on the river reading Keats

“Ode to Autumn” feeding on the richness

Of those autumnal fruit

Progeny of an alien clime, a lost season



Remembering Peradeniya - Jean Arasanayagam

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