[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.]
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.
Source:
Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page 148
Editor’s notes:
crinum = tropical bulbous herbs (of the family Amaryllidaceae), often with fragrant white flowers (also known as “crinum lily” or “spider lily”)
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