"The hollyhock his standard high/ Bears proudly to the autumn sky" & "There still in triumph, stiff with gold/ The rich chrysanthemums unfold." & "That, reddening on the Triton's spear/ Foretells the waning of the year."(From FLORA'S FEAST, A MASQUE OF FLOWERS, written and drawn by Walter Crane, 1899, via LIFE archives)
ciao-meow/GG's floral coordinator