by Alan S. Garrett

Flower petals fall from the pear tree,
Covering the ground as winter marries spring. 

A cool breeze passes between the wind chimes hanging overhead,
As though church bells are signaling both end and beginning.

Holding back sorrow’s tears during a passing is just as remarkably difficult as trying to hide those of joy during the formation of a more perfect union.

And what a perfect union:
on Earth, as it is in Heaven.