On a cold and dreary evening,
with dusk closing in through
grey clouds and damp pavements,
a small patch of primroses
shine their buttery light
through the gloom,
seeming to glow softly in their defiance
of the grey tones around them.
A sunny patch of spring,
a display of summer to come,
a fuck you to the long winter.
A way to lift the spirits of
everyone who sees them.