Whispers of November

A whirl of tranquility,

And delight wrapped in one...

That's my favorite crysanthemum!

Moon couldn't alone spread love,

Each petal thus God created in heavens above!

White petals encircled around the golden sun...

Stillness shaped like a flower,

Crysanthemums defy frost in the cold hour.

The last color before winter's hush,

Crysanthemums in pinks and whites make the skies blush!

Whispers of gold before gray.

Lovers exchange them as token of love, more than words could ever say!

They bloom when other flowers die,

Strength speaks in firm stems,

They're unique, when all others fade, the shine like gems

Autumn's call,

Their season is fall!

I love to have a collection of crysanthemums in my room,

So one look of them can make me smile even in gloom,

Collect them one by one!

Color by color, I'll gather them,

like rays twinkling from sun,

They sparkle, shine, and light my den.

Circular blooms, arranged with grace,

Gold centres glowing, a radiant face!

It's like the sun chose another form,

A thousand petals of prayers warm.

Representing longevity, yet they bloom for those who sleep,

White crysanthemums on graves of memories deep.

My heart brims with love and nostalgia,

As I gaze at these frost kissed flowers,

A wave of soft euphoria,

They crown my fairy like golden hours...  

My head spins with fancies true,

One glance and the skies blaze blue,

My cheeks blush red as I sniff their scent,

White gown, white heels, black locks bent,

I see myself-a princess sent,

From heaven's halls, in sweet descent...

Royal palace and a ball dance,

Twinkling melodies of musical romance,

Youthful chants, a fleeting glance!

This precious sight, just one petal brings to mind.

Its beauty adorned-one of a kind!

The world may praise the red Rose's flame,

But this autumn queen needs no acclaim.

In her hues of love, paradoxes of birth and death she glows,

A truth that only the crysanthemum knows.