After a mild winter, everyone predicted
an early, warming spring
but instead, chill mists kept back
the flowers and buds
so now in May, celandines,
those flowers of March,
still gaze at us, star-like
from the undergrowth.
Their timing all wrong.
Like you.
Far too late now
to look at me
the way you do.
originally published in Mslexia (a few years ago now, don't know why I've never posted it on this blog before!)
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