Times Catching

TIME CATCHING ©Alfreda Williamson, 6/29/12 Spring’s first day . . . blustery, blowing, as cold as Winter’s first blast. Until . . . as hot as, blazing, relentless, Summer’s sun. Then . . . as I stood in, the midst of the seasons. I felt it, ever so softly, almost imperceptibly, a brushing against my cheek, a landing on my bare feet, that I almost could not feel. Just, one, tiny, yellow leaf, that I saw in my mind’s eye . . . frantically, decidedly, swirling speedily to the ground, as if heralding, Autumn. ____________________ TIME, catching up to itself. SEASONS, catching up to themselves, All at once . . . time’s flying, compressing, Winding up.