by Sarah Calvello
Winter Roses
the winter roses
floated outside our window
honey colored feathers
lazily turning curving upward
to what is left of the sun
we looked at them
as we had our coffee
in our blue china cups
wrapped in blankets
waking up slowly
wiping away the tears of sleep
slow secret smiles
the winter roses
lightly hang there like bells
curving bells as if held up by nothing
comfort and loneliness
honey and green watercolor
like a sigh
like a whisper
breathing a little more warmth into the coldness
sooner or later
I need a savior
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