Echoes in the Wind

The wind is wild through branches tall,

Leaves like fire begin to fall.

Golden sparks in streetlights glow,

Beneath a sky that’s dark and low.

Clouds are angry, racing fast,

The rain’s so close-it hasn’t passed.

The gusts, they whip against my face,

I smell the storm but not a trace,

Yet lingers in the chilly air,

Autumn’s kiss beyond compare.

I’m walking streets from back in time,

Big trees sway, a rhythm, a rhyme.

“Come as you are,” I hum along,

Nirvana’s voice is bold and strong.

Grunge in my ears, the moon is high,

A soundtrack to the windy sky.

I tear open my Fruit by the Foot,

Each bite a taste of something good.

“Here we are now, entertain us!”

I sing out loud, the night’s contagious.

Houses line up, tall and wide,

Like guards who march down either side.

The perfect street, the perfect beat,

Wind and leaves swirl at my feet.

The ‘90s live in every breeze,

A time when life was made to seize.

Moments bright, like leaves on fire,

Glowing red, climbing higher.

Oh, how I crave that autumn air,

Nothing else can quite compare.

If I could go back once again,

I’d lose myself in that same wind.

“Smells like teen spirit!” fills the night,

As youth and magic hold on tight.

That fall’s still with me, here and now,

A breathless pull, I don’t know how.