A Poem or Two

Here is a poem or two I thought up while riding my bike today.

Wo these spring trees smell
Like old ladies gone astray
Come home Sunday's Eve

Grown boys tussle
With barefeet and rolled jeans
I find this space taken
Deep in group conciousness
We're all in bloom

Lizard scampers from lush to lush
My heart is dry, Coming to ends
Reminds me of beginnings
Push hard, break through
Spring burns into summer
Find seeds have withered

Here we are again
Nostalgic Americana
Rural beards remember
Rustic righteousness

Whispy old women
Fragrant flowering spring trees
Where will I go next

Just some stuff that came to me while riding today.
Thanks for the read.