Confused Campanula

Poor confused campanula,
do you think it's May?
Don't you know it's cold December,
almost Christmas Day?
No bees around to kiss you;
your pollen won't be lost.
Beware, confused campanula,
for, soon, there will be frost.

poem © Celia Warren 2011

You can see the strawlike old stems from the campanula's first flowering. This weather is so unseasonable, no wonder the plant is confused.