I bought the promise on the box.
The contents looked like ugly rocks I planted them in Autumn.
Winter came and I forgot 'em,
But Winter had a part to play.
What use is snow and ice, you say?
The ground expanded when it froze
(I know it did; the surface rose.),
And, squeezing, brought the bulbs to life
Like husband making love to wife.
When Spring arrived, in soggy mush
That life awoke with pulsing rush.
The rest of it, of course, you know:
The crocuses have bloomed in snow.