an understanding exists
among people who live here
on seasons

of which
there are two:
rainy and monsoon.

in this part of the world,
trees with leaves that age
in reverse

unfold first, a deep red,
then pink, yellow and green.
a false autumn.

it's not a question
on the absence of life –
winter has no hold

here – but how to bear
the seasonless
passing.

we who live here,
how we long
for change.