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
but the plastic core will stay vivid, intact.