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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.
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TIME, catching up to itself.
SEASONS, catching up to themselves,
All at once . . .
time’s flying,
compressing,
Winding up.
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