Crocuses Poem by Ima Ryma

Each Spring we crocuses resume
The sprouting forth from underground,
In white, orange, yellow, purple bloom,
Rebirth announcers we're renowned.
According to mythology,
Crocus, unhappy mortal youth,
Gods turned into this plant to be
Happier, but who knows the truth!
But humans do seem happier
When after a long winter they
See that we once again occur
In a new, refreshing display.

We bloom about a three week span,
So come and see us if you can.