There’s an Autumn that doesn’t worry about loss

by Anshudha Garimella

We cry over loss

Tears of salt

We stand in the rain

And confuse

 the tears of pain

With drops of rain

But there is an autumn somewhere that doesn’t worry about loss

I have written letters that I never sent

Wept like a willow that bends

There is the scent of salt

That comes from our tears

I mistake the taste of the tears

With the saline wind of the sea

Such a loss we have felt

 you and me

But there is an autumn somewhere that doesn’t worry about loss

We face a loss and live in pain

Or live in the fear of hurting again

And if you haven’t yet lost something

You worry about what you might lose

Of all the things we have lost I miss the smiles the most

Losing a smile is like a flower wilting

Pretty at first then damned to disappear

Losing someone is haunting

Haunted, you carry inside your heart – tears

But there is an autumn that doesn’t worry about loss

There is an autumn that doesn’t worry about changing colours

It isn’t afraid to lose

And lose it does

All petals and leaves

The balmy summer wind starts to cool

The summer now has lost its warm breeze

The first day of autumn there is still hope

Hope that grows like wisteria

Creepers and vines

All the colours of autumn

They’re such a pleasure for the weary eyed

Everything changes colours giving us hope

That all things must change

Just as we learn these messages

All the orange hope fades away

Flies away and we are left with twigs that flutter

Without a shadow of a leaf

Change it did and summer did leave

But there is an autumn that doesn’t worry about loss

The autumn sheds its  skin

Naturally

No regrets no lament

It was about time to start a new

To experience a fresh dew

There is an autumn that doesn’t worry about loss

We hold on to melancholic things and expect for something to change

It is quite deranged

Even if I want to change

I’m hanging on to unwanted memories

And jaded old stories

These are things I could happily lose

But I haven’t

Why don’t we lose the things we would love to lose?

There is an autumn somewhere that is

losing All its colour

It is unafraid

Carefree

Dying aesthetically

In changing colours

Pleasing to the eyes

And when winter comes autumn isn’t worried to have lost so much

Because all will be back

Come morning light

Come spring time.