Instant Transition »

If you could sit in still tranquility
and watch as a horsefly circles lazily
in the midst of a hot summer,
If you could sit beneath the shade of a solitary maple tree
And watch as a tangled vine by your feet
begins to shrink and the sting of the salty sea air
slowly fades away.
If you could watch the now surly horsefly
flee from the fading summer,
just as the greens crumble and the reds, yellows, and oranges of autumn appear.
If you could see the very instant summer becomes autumn,
Could you get to your feet and force an indifferent shrug?