UNTITLED (AND THE CANDIED SIGH)

and the candied sigh

of the apricot sky

now comes alive

as the showers arrive

and die

 

our lives are apr

to come unwrapped

like the window display

where the windy fall day

is mapped

 

so the season grows old

its confections as cold

as the breeze

or like those lingering bees

who mimic the gold

in the trees