Eager fingertips squeeze buds

so quickly aged, nails pinching

into brown petals, scattering

black and shiny beetles, so many

a cloud, near-swarm, of insects springs

for safety from curious hands,

mud-streaked skin backdrop to spray

of vernal colour, rainbow hues,

leant to flowers too delicate, too

momentary for youth.  Dead

heads of primroses blanket the ground.