Crocus are shooting up in our backyard

The Crocus

By Harriet Beecher Stowe

Beneath the sunny autumn sky,

With gold leaves dropping round,

We sought, my little friend and I,

The consecrated ground,

Where, calm beneath the holy cross,

O'ershadowed by sweet skies,

Sleeps tranquilly that youthful form,

Those blue unclouded eyes.

Around the soft, green swelling mound

We scooped the earth away,

And buried deep the crocus-bulbs

Against a coming day.

"These roots are dry, and brown, and sere;

Why plant them here?" he said,

"To leave them, all the winter long,

So desolate and dead."

"Dear child, within each sere dead form

There sleeps a living flower,

And angel-like it shall arise

In spring's returning hour."

Ah, deeper down cold, dark, and chill

We buried our heart's flower,

But angel-like shall he arise

In spring's immortal hour.

In blue and yellow from its grave

Springs up the crocus fair,

And God shall raise those bright blue eyes,

Those sunny waves of hair.

Not for a fading summer's morn,

Not for a fleeting hour,

But for an endless age of bliss,

Shall rise our heart's dear flower 

[The photo was taken last March, but crocus are shooting up now.]

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Click on the headline to see my birthday page.

I was born on the third month of the third day of 1930.  My mother became 33 that year. She gave me three first names. I had three siblings. I  received a bachelor's degree from OSU in 1953 and worked at the ABJ for 30 years.  Among the No. 1 songs in 1930  was "Three Little Words"   You can listen to three different renditions of it on my birthday page.