I keep pink fake flowers on my kitchen window sill,

they look real if you don’t turn the light on.

They’re bright with silky petals

a plastic centre

of a never-ending summer.

 

They stand out against silver weather

and brick walls,

a glow against mist

I cherish in gloom.

 

I don’t need to water them

they remain fresh on the coldest days,

will fade in time

losing intensity

but the plastic core will stay vivid, intact.