Spring time poem

Bring Me the Horizon ...

The smell of hope

brims on the horizon.

Every breath

of damp spring air

refreshes my soul.

Car wheels

on wet pavement,

Drip drops

from the morning rain --

Each fills my head

with dizzying daydreams.

Fresh soil

and blooming flowers

unite

in a tantalizing aroma

that brings me

to the edge.

The only thing

left to do

is jump

into

the 

possibilities ...

Nostalgia

Summers gone by ...

As I walk down the hallway,

a particular scent whispers against my nose.

Immediately,

a wave of nostalgia

crashes into me.

I can’t seem to identify the scent

or the memory,

but it reminds me of summers gone by …

fresh morning showers,

dew on the green grass,

and joyful noises in every direction.

As quickly as it hits me,

it disappears.

But its shadow

lingers with me for hours after -

sentencing me to dream

of the summers

gone

by.