Crocuses bloom above the grass
that winter, which has yet to pass
has kept from growing in the parks
and gardens.
They blossomed very late this year
I thought they never might appear
but I was wrong and now they're here
in rainbows.
Their heads of purple, white and gold
abundant in the bitter cold
catch the sunshine as they unfold
their petals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet to pass! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.