22 February – Precocious

It’s still February,
yet here you are,
peaking too soon
like a childhood star.
Didn’t last week’s snow
give you a timely cue?
The calendar isn’t quite ready
for a flower like you.
You’ll never be picked now
for a Mother’s’ Day bouquet
or trumpet triumphant news
in a golden Easter display.
But you do stand out now,
alone there on the verge,
shining ahead of your time,
way ahead of the yellow curve.
You won’t be lost in the crowd now,
no one will focus elsewhere,
you’re a vindicated Narcissus –
briefly fairest of the fair.

22 February - Precocious