Crimson Elegance

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A bouquet of calla lilies sway, Their trumpet shapes, a gentle hue, A symphony of color, pure and true. Their stems, like slender fingers, rise, To cradle blooms that touch the skies, In shades of red, and pink, and gold, A kaleidoscope of beauty to behold. The vase, a pedestal of white, Supports the flowers, a delicate sight, Against the dark, a dramatic stage, The calla lilies dance, a wondrous page. In this still life, a story's told, Of elegance, and beauty to unfold, A testament to nature's art, A masterpiece that touches the heart.