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;

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  Plus the miniatures with a name

  I know not.

  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.

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