Poems (Storrie)/A December Posy
A December Posy.
The days are long and gracious, Gold-washed from dawn to dusk, The crinum's galaxy of stars Has burst its emerald husk.
I send you for a token A sheaf of Christmas bells. A word I have not spoken Deep in their petals dwells.
But, lest you should misread it, Or it should plead in vain, I've whispered to a flannel-flower What she will tell again.
For certain to the Christmas bush, Whose rosy blush will be An exquisite ambassador To plead my cause for me.
And if your heart endorses The message of my flowers. The past may keep its treasures For the future will be ours.