Crimson Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A bouquet of calla lilies stands, a regal call. Their petals, like silk, in hues of crimson, gold, And ivory, a symphony to behold. Each stem, a story of elegance and might, In the dark vase, a gentle, loving light. The flowers sway, a dance of grace and poise, As if beckoning to a lover's tender joys. In this still life, a tale of beauty's might, Unfolds, a testament to nature's gentle light. The calla lilies, a symbol of serene delight, In their vibrant colors, a story to excite. A moment captured, frozen in time and space, A bouquet of beauty, a wondrous, sacred place.