The first poem I ever felt at all proud of was the haiku I wrote in grade school. I liked it so much I used it every time a teacher required we write a haiku, possibly through college:
Flowers bloom, then wilt
Snow falls down and melts away
Life begins and ends
Cedar Waxwing's 365 
Lovely. And add to that phrase your ingenuity in recycling it regularly.
I’m not sure how “phrase” got in there. Ho hum.
I wonder when you will next get to use it.
Love it!