Now that the holiday rush is over, you may have more time to appreciate little pleasures, like poetry and petals.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86) was a poet particularly taken with nature, as evidenced by her many tributes to flowers. 
PERHAPS you’d like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil
Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,
Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!
What are your favorite flower poems? Share them on Flower Blog.
Flower Fact of the Day: In Wales, there's a legend that whoever spots the first daffodil of the season will have a year of riches.
