Primrose

Delicate hue in tender brightness you sparkle;
Shining through raw boned dampness;
You sing to the wide world.
Nestled in bank – mid the old stones – hugging chill earth;
Vibrant your light – a beacon of profusion.
A praise song for the storm tossed day;
Warming the soul hung in winter drabness:
Your venturing forth with pale beauty.
Brings hope to the care worn soul:
Ending slimness in wide vistas of joy at your being.