"The autumn wind begins to blow"

The autumn wind blows
So gently... Oh, so gently
Back then
Remember how we walked against rough winds of Spring?
Few times, we walked in silence
Then several times more,
accompanied by laughter.

Those lanes we used to walk
I no longer go.

I walk the pavements every day
where at every corner-
I find lingering memories
Lost,
swaying to the sweet sounds of crickets by the lanes we used to cross
Most days I brisk walked-
Passing faces
Shaking hands
Rarely stopping in track; for in fear
of the crickets' hymns from two seasons ago.

Never once trapped so deep in my thoughts before-
A part of me has gone.
Back to a time,
when the spring crickets still sing.