Crimson Elegy
Reflection
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.