flowers on the golden gate bridge

Buds of a blossoming word,
Rooting  thoughts beneath
Earths cold canopy.
You will raise the dying arc
 
Steel bridges of rain.
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
Rising upward gift
the steel vine buds to flower.

Words pass the pouring cloud
Holding those departing hours
Raining seeds ascend
There wailing mothers of sky