The fresh smell of a
neighbor's fresh cut grass;
the scent of gasoline that has
billowed out from a lawnmower
in the form of smoke.
Another season, this time
the overlooked aroma of a rainy day.
Fresh October wind pushes
leaves past my window.
The crisp scent of a fine winter's day
cannot always be had,
sacrificed instead for the sake of warmth.
The fresh fragrance of
blooming flowers in May.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 7:13am on Nov 24, 2024 via server WEBX1.