Pale Pelagonium

On a grey, rainy day
In our gloomy room,
A pale pelagonium glows
Like a soft white light.
It knows better than the cold outdoors;
Has not lost faith.
But, through the window,
Its petals tattered and torn,
A once-bright daffodil
Fades like a weightless wraith.

poem © Celia Warren 2011