Yellow Hawkweed Claims The Garden

Yellow hawkweed claims the garden
choking seedlings in their sleep

We'd fought them, once, spade and claw
clearing flowerbeds of strangling vines
revealing red and purple riches
that others envied but you refused to cut
Insisting nothing dead is beautiful

I agreed with you, in the end

Presented as you were
your hands folded, frozen buds
your face a snow lily
in a vase of polished wood