poetry of the heart

the air changes. the leaves turn.
change is in the air
and i ride it like a wave.
my heart floods with wonder
what next?
i ask the heavens.
in response, there in music
soft music in my ears
that touches my heart.
it answers.
the time seems to be
in such swift motion lately
and i wonder
is it really moving this quickly
or am i just catching up with it?