You are scarlet,

just a bud

With a dark green stalk

Still alive in winter.

You are blooming so big, so fast

petals fall as night comes,

mesmerised animals stare.

You are now taking shape.

Lovely rose so red,

last rose in the forest!

As a young woman walking by

red lips and eyes

stooped to pick the rose…

A single drop of blood trickled

down her finger-

Scarlet shimmered in the dark night air.