A Fresh Start

It began around Imbolc. While you were sweltering in a heat wave, the wheel of our year turned to Spring and I began to write again after a silent winter nearly two years long.
Outside my window there are jewels from other homelands, recently emerged from the sodden ground. Daffodils here,see? A tiny crocus - look closely - here are my favourites - those pastel hellebores who conceal their star shaped faces from any casual glance.
Some of us are like them aren't we? Our outward show is unobtrusive, blending in the conventional monochromatic way. Yet under that bowed head what brilliant symmetry does character display?

 What does it take for you to throw back your head and show your magnificent complexity to the world? What wonderful star lies back of who you are?