Bright flowers
Sharp thorns
No scent
Rather flamboyant
Rambling out my front door
It is the first thing I see of a morning
Protecting little birds
In the depths of it’s not a tree shrubbery
It does what it wants
Roams freely
Highly resilient
Can’t be insulted
I could stand there for an hour yelling
And it would wave its fronds in the breeze
Unaffected
It makes me smile
Just to think of how stupid hurling an opinion at a bush would be
That bougainvillea reminds me
In its silent beautiful voice
It’s simple lack of choice
Just
Bloom
I love the bougainvillea bush 🙂
Me too, always have and they are so resilient – old abandoned homesteads in the outback usually have one or two bushes that continue to thrive in the absence of human attention.
Beautiful
Thanks 😊