On a given year between


    January and Feb,


    First is the crocus to grace


    the garden;


    Bright, cheery,


    like the sun;


    In tandem with cyclamen and


    the earlier tribes of Galanthus.


    The floral concert has started,


    If it ever had a pause,


    And it rarely does it want to stop.


    By the time buttercup crocus


    departs,


    Spring Dawn Narcissus is nodding


    beside the path;


    Followed by Early Sensation,


    Ice Follies and


    March Herald Tate-ta-Tate;


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    Yet between the November fall of the


    citrine-leaved Maples,


    And the rise of crocus janviér;


    A new member of Party Floral joins


    the Sun:


    One with a rosette that opened on


    Christmas Eve,


    And a second that swept into play on


    New Year''s Day;


    A member of a party of fifteen,


    Who between them form a dance from


    late July to this Fifteenth of January:


    Who will all be pruned the week of


    Valentine’s Day,


    In readiness for a new season of


    growth and abundance:


    Moleneux the Yellow,


    Single member of its


    bright shade amongst


    the English,


    Old English Musk,


    Leander and


    Alba Roses.


    Or,


    as I call it this winter''s day:


    January Yellow.