We are our favourite flowers
Steeped in a full vase
Seasons pass -
with the dipping water.
We forget / or were not
taught. To add our own flower
food. To cut our own
stems. To cultivate our own
cuttings.
Seek not to be
crisp, divine, distinct
For it is already
apparent.
Be it if you
are fanned, variegated or needled
voluptuous or diffident
fresh or heartfelt
Or just bloody herbaceous
We are own favourites.
We forget that to be in the vase
was a choice
For we can always resettle, reposition, repot,
for the coming season.