smell of the seasons
Posted on Apr 22nd, 2008
by 
joey
joey
poem
The smell of spring. the dew that shines upon the trees. Smell of summer of fresh cut grass and bee's buzzing from flower to flower. The deep colors of fall. maroon and gold that clashes, like the smell of fire. What does your heart truly desires. Crisp air of winter. The smell of fresh cut pine, to find deep in our hearts a search for my family that has changed. We have a unique smell of each season. It is the scent of the seasons that brings us to our memories, for the search of one another. My heart tingles, my eyes are open wide as a tear rolls down my face. To smell the air, Is like having you near, every scent is like a picture of you.
by joey
The smell of spring. the dew that shines upon the trees. Smell of summer of fresh cut grass and bee's buzzing from flower to flower. The deep colors of fall. maroon and gold that clashes, like the smell of fire. What does your heart truly desires. Crisp air of winter. The smell of fresh cut pine, to find deep in our hearts a search for my family that has changed. We have a unique smell of each season. It is the scent of the seasons that brings us to our memories, for the search of one another. My heart tingles, my eyes are open wide as a tear rolls down my face. To smell the air, Is like having you near, every scent is like a picture of you.
by joey
Access: Public
July 2008