Snowflakes falling from the sky, the insurance that all Flora has given up.

Trees who lost all their green, their yellow and their red. Now only empty branches remain to proclaim their life.

Flowers have long since disappeared, the first rainstorm in November was enough to rip apart their colour.

Empty fields and desolate forests, in back gardens and in porches, flower bulbs hidden within the Earth's confines.

One day they might raise their head, a day far closer than one would think.

The first Snowdrop has already risen its head, a drop of colour in white, spring will soon arrive.