TIMES CATCHING

Written by: Alfreda Williamson

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.