Wednesday, April 3, 2019

C is for Crocus

C is for Crocus and
and Verse Composition 
(otherwise know as a poem)

#AtoZChallenge 2019 Tenth Anniversary blogging from A to Z challenge letterI love crocuses. They are the first bright color in my yard each year and they always make me smile. Over the past two falls, I've planted a few bulbs here and there at my new house, so I could continue to enjoy these cheery reminders of spring. I will plant more this fall because I love the surprise of seeing the pop of their color.

Here's what I've seen this spring.













In addition to April being A-Z Challenge month, it is also National Poetry Month. So to celebrate that, below is a poem (verse compostion) about crocuses.

The Crocuses
by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, 1825-1911

They heard the South wind sighing 
 A murmur of the rain; 
And they knew that Earth was longing 
 To see them all again. 

While the snow-drops still were sleeping 
Beneath the silent sod; 
They felt their new life pulsing 
 Within the dark, cold clod. 

Not a daffodil nor daisy 
 Had dared to raise its head; 
Not a fairhaired dandelion 
 Peeped timid from its bed;

Though a tremor of the winter 
 Did shivering through them run; 
Yet they lifted up their foreheads 
 To greet the vernal sun.

 And the sunbeams gave them welcome, 
 As did the morning air— 
And scattered o’er their simple robes 
 Rich tints of beauty rare.

Soon a host of lovely flowers
 From vales and woodland burst; 
But in all that fair procession 
The crocuses were first.

First to weave for Earth a chaplet 
 To crown her dear old head; 
And to beauty the pathway 
Where winter still did tread.

And their loved and white haired mother 
 Smiled sweetly ’neath the touch, 
When she knew her faithful children 
 Were loving her so much. 

Credit: This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on September 9, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.