Sweet Peas and Golden Gates

Buds of a blossoming word, Rooting thoughts beneath Earths cold canopy. You will raise the dying leaf Steel bridges of rain. Where cables hold the heart, To Flowers, bay ,and harbor Death and life join two parts. But you make new again The breath of one dandelions Upward spiral of love – A budding flower of sweet peas. Words pass the pouring cloud Holding those departing hours Raining seeds ascend There waiting mothers of sky To live no more with dying