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