Poems come to the gate, child; come to the garden gate. the ready roses have spoken and thy amethysts continue fair. soft fingers and the iron handle must make much merry music now for this day has waited patiently to play the chimes of dawn -- made most perfect by your desire unlatched and lifted free lilacs, sage, and rosemary sent forth in their abundance this morning's presence painting joy your color of adornment Return to the Spiritual Writings - Poems Page