Petals from a shaken branch
Fall to the face of the mirrored pond.

They lightly swim down through the breeze
To slip into such blessed sleep.

Among the clouds and sky,
A hush
That gently pulsates to the touch.

Reflected here, where no one sees,
The fallen petals find their ease
And lay in tremulous rest among
The cattails and the rippling trees.

I thought to mourn their loss of grace
Until I saw the resting place
And watched the bud begin to break,
Awakening to the light of day.

It's good to trust Love's full recall

When flowers fail
And petals fall.