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Our Camellias bloom too early

in late winter, early spring,

for us to grasp their evocations,

their heavy-headedness, their blush.


We are in mid-February.

A flower is hanging near the house,

tucked, half-hidden where it’s warmest.


The coats we have to wear

in this season do not match

the layered beauty of the bush

or the sensual spread of petals

that will lie in such profusion

over half-awakened ground.


Gentle promises or fragile lessons.

Adornments that sometimes come

only as brief outlandish symbols,


come when we’re not ready.

come too soon to last.