I rose too early.  How was I to know?
The warm caress of summer kissed
my cheeks in March.  I was well informed.
The daisies told me so.  I waited patiently
while trees broke out in pox-like blooms.
I waited while lilies flowered. I waited.
Now the frost has come but I lack the seed.
I lack the strength.  I wish to bloom.
I wish.