Cotton candy skies above stacks of clouds,
evening glimmers in golden sunlight.
Further than this bittersweet feeling allows,
if only time would stop for this twilight.
April evening skies entice the sounds of babies,
baby birds on the phone polls huddle in nests.
Beyond this sentiment of who is going to save me
from the high causing these side effects.
Around the corner, more like about to leave,
spring time is almost over
as the colors fade from the petals down to the leaves
begin to cease to exist in what's called foreclosure.
