DO other people share my view that flowers, as well as fruit and vegetables, should be enjoyed at their proper times of the year?

FLOWERS IN THEIR SEASONS

Daffodils disconcert in December,

Their sunburst flagrancy quite

Out of kilter with the dying year

And indoor creature comfortings.

They should be yoked to spring

To trumpet golden hope, new life.

Chrysanthemums are thirled to autumn,

Cheering dank borders where

Fair-weather flowers now rot,

Or spicing firelit corners with

Their bronze and creamy curlicues

And hallmark smell that's almost scent.

The supermarkets' potmum versions,

Smacking of pot noodles and such gunge,

Are prostituted blooms for year-round sale,

Convenience flowers that cannot satisfy

Our need for what is fit and apt,

Our taste for beauty in its season.