Inside Roses



Inside Roses 

When I return to roses
I slough off the dead skin 
of cold iron and black branches. 

All fear scatters like blue ash 
when I slip instead 
into warm milky water

I am inside my heart,
when I am inside roses.
I am like a pearl in the sea.

And all my senses know love,
my whole being is complete
and enfolded in delicate petals.

  1. Andrew Sacks says

    Maria, very lovely and very beautiful indeed!

    1. Maria Costello says

      Thank you, Andrew! 🙂

  2. traci says

    You have written a beautiful poem!


  3. Maria Costello says

    Thank you, Traci!

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