It is an incredibly warm winter.
Primroses are showing their newborn heads, in January.

February will come and it might bring its icy days.
That would kill the innocent blossoming buds.
It would kill these innocent primroses I have in the garden together with thousands other buds.
With no one to cry for them, guilty of nothing.
We, did that. Inattentive humans, caring only for ourselves did that.

Small naughty primroses,
innocent and beautiful, you wanted so much to bless the world with your colours to risk your life for your desire to bring us smiles.

Small naughty primroses,
I know you will do it again and again,
every season, never learning, never resisting to give love.

Beautiful little primroses,
I see us in there. I see the spirit of every little girl in you.
I see believing in dreams, in your simple “being”.