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.

– Maria Costello – November 17, 2010, California

  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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