Something about you

[Richard]

Hey Achebe,
This poem has a nice lyrical quality to it. I found myself reading this out loud and just loving its sound. I do have some thoughts:

Edit 2

Something about you -The word, "Something" is a bit vague, but that is the point of its use here. You want the reader to wonder what the something is. This works to a certain extent, but if you wanted to expand this poem, giving more detail about what exactly the "something" is in this line would be a way.
this morning, with the roses -The use of roses here made me think the speaker is talking about a current or former love.
blown delicately in the early winter -The image of the winter gardens made me think that the relationship didn't end well, or isn't going well. Was that your intention?
gardens, came to my mind.
My thoughts have nothing to do but amble -I like the use of the word "amble" here. It is a perfect way to describe early morning thoughts while on a long drive. 
on a dawn bus ride -The speaker is now on a bus. Does that mean the winter garden from earlier in the poem was something he/she passed by while walking to the bus stop/station?
past backyard and bramble
through a fog bound city, -These two lines are nice images. The bramble works well because of the rose image from earlier in the poem.
its blackened brick walls -I love the wording of "blackened brick walls" because it creates a potent image in my mind. I am a bit unclear on why the bus is leaving the city. Is this an indication that the the relationship has just ended? If answering that question gives too much away about the poem, feel free to private message me an answer.
left behind.
Something about it, this morning, in the gardens -I like the ending. These last two lines give the poem a sense of coming full circle in a way. I am assuming the "it" here is the relationship.
came to mind.

Edit 1

Something about you
this morning, with the roses
blown delicately in the early winter
gardens, came to my mind.
My thoughts have nothing to do but amble
on a dawn bus ride
past backyard and bramble
through a golden green city
in the autumn of a life
left behind.
Something about it, this morning, in the gardens 
came to mind.

Original (kind of)

 
Something about you
this morning, with the roses
blown delicately in the early winter
gardens, came to my mind.
As I have nothing to do but ponder
on my dawn bus ramble
through suburban byways
on the gold-grey city
long left behind -
something about it, this morning, in the gardens 
came to my mind.

Overall, this is a bit of an odd poem to critique. I say this because it's a strong piece. However, you could say more in it if you wanted to, but I understand if you wanted to keep it the way it is as well. May be that just speaks to the poem's quality that the only major suggestion is that I wish there was more of it to enjoy.

Cheers,
Richard