I was happy that my orchid was blooming bravely through the winter, but the room cheered up considerably when our dinner guests brought a pot of primulas. Such bright colours made it hard to be anything but happy.
The winter colours all around,
Seem mute, and stay benign,
But springlike colours popping up,
Are bright and so divine.
Absorbing rays that warm and heal,
The blossoms open wide,
Displaying cheer, inviting joy,
I know they’re on my side.