serendipity 2

When the wind from the north
off Lake Erie
wraps around your breath
and a hard rain has ushered in
three days of sinus headaches,

when the Blue Angels in their tight
formation have flown over Labor Day's cities
and you're grateful they're friendly birds in grey disguise
as they blast the space around your house,
when gold is tinged with falling leaves
and stones speak of rivers diverging
and you draw the tarot card of coincidence,
the waning light will speak what the heart
already knows,
time grows shorter by and by.

All things shall pass away but the love one leaves behind,
and love is not loving

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HepcwnB19C0