on seeing the first camellias…
February…
soft focus month
not always winter
just faintly spring…
north not south
as hemispheres go.
February…
exception month
mostly twenty-eight
sometimes twenty-nine…
indecision month
mostly tempest torn like March
sometimes warm promises like April.
Then yesterday I found
proof of its intention…
a hedge of pink camellias
like guests arriving early
to a party overdressed.
Bonnie Marshall
Proem... 
Lovely touch
First I found the camellias, then I thought of a poem to wrap around them. Thank you, Simon.
This is so true of February, enjoyed how you captured the month.
Thank you very much, Kristy…and I wish you a merry February. 🙂
beautiful… pink camellias adorning kitchen in Feb 🙂
Spring is my favorite season. 🙂
“To a party overdressed” — makes me glad and young
I can relate to that line.
Here in the Blue Ridge it’s still January… Where you at Bonnie? I’m coming to visit.
Way…across the continent in the Napa Valley, Jana, where freeze took the first few blooms, though a welcome warm rain opened enough camellias these last few days that now I can celebrate. Smiles.
Just re-read this … fills me with hope for the future … and the now; thank you, Bonnie.
Then, we shall cherish certainties, Ward, even if they are only early promises like camellia blooms. Smiles, dear friend.