Cruel second autumn

The wind raced across the streets
banging open doors and window
but those that were closed, could
never know a storm below over
leaving behind a yellow autumn
of crumpled leaves all around
even during the season of spring
all the trees barren, stark naked
and soon we will have hot summers
without leaves to give any shade
ah summer after another autumn
winter followed by another autumn
yellow, crumpled, odorless autumn
in season of spring, colorless autumn

as I bend down to pickup leaves
I see they are not brown or yellow
they are neither dried nor aged yet
yet the eccentric wind had its way 
tearing young leaves all around
snatching the buds from the thorns
petals from flowers delicate crown
taking away all these spring fragrances
along with the torn petals and buds
that line the pathway all along
welcoming the sun to its own land
announcing to the world here and there
summer is just here, summer is just here
a summer that comes after a long
long winter and a cruel second autumn