The air smells sweet and crisp, like winter surrendering to the springtime
The grass is green
A soft and lonsome beauty fell on this town, covering me
The night is new and full of flashbacks of rooftops and midnight songs
The scent of fresh ciggerette smoke drifts away in the wind bringing back memories of seventeen
ON the edge,enjoying life and love and breaking the law
The air is cold and crisp, like a setting sun drifting below the horizon
I am green
I am twisting,tripping,trapping into a graceful tomorrow and
a colage of visions and late nights with Father and Son,repeating like a nursery rhyme, is reminding me, calling me, leading me back to my home
A cool breeze at midnight.
When we write tributes to things, especially memories, we tend to lean toward cliche because it's easy to do that...I say "we" because I've done it too...I like the feel of this poem definatly but try up-ing the language a little bit. ;-)
I really love this...it's really descriptive, it felt like I was there!
beautiful!
~kris