Granny's Bonnet

At B&Q, beyond the Garden-Vacs
and Maxi-Trims, and gawking
Black & Decker aesthetes,

I found some poor mass-market
aquilegias, made off with them
through texstyle wonderlands and burger dens
and microchip bazaars, and took them home

and tucked them in.

Though April’s cold and overcast
one Granny’s Bonnet nods today.

‘To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears’ -

our modern poets may be tired
of saying it, but flowers keep doing it.