Let the buttercups stand?

The buttercups grow
in a patch, tall above the
grass where the yard dips.

They sway with the
breeze and, with each
pass of the mower,
wave and catch my eye,

Reminding me how
fleeting they are.

The closer I get, the
brighter they look, so
I consider my options:
 
Push through the
patch where they grow
and continue the tidy
back and forth rows
of freshly mowed grass

or mow around them? 

One pass closer, and
it's clear.

I can't, won't 
mow them over.

So the buttercups
stand, a wild bouquet
of sunshine on a fresh-cut
carpet of grass.