marker

marker

human’s spring marker
naming the equinox
but spring is the weather
more than a date
as I write, first of March,
signs even now—
yard drenched in yellow,
happy daffodil faces
the little tete-a-tetes
braving the cool 
and the first pearl iris
unfurled today
yet we still call it winter

we’re so keen to label— 
but, this blossom unique
from its sisters, shines
for a few days 
once in eternity
only once