Her cloak drags through petals

Blood-red petals

Blood-red roses

Blood-red cloak

Red is the color of death

Her grandmother loved red

She said

Red is vibrant

Red is vivid

Red is life

Red isn’t life anymore

Red hasn’t been life

Since grandmother’s death

Red was life when grandmother lived

Red is death now

When grandmother is dead

Blood-red petals on the path

Blood-red roses on the grave

Blood-red cloak

Slowly departing

The color of death