: About Me

SPRING SONNET The spring is here, and all that lives has breath, A cleansing of the earth and heavens through. The winter days have vanished what then grew, And all but new has now been lead to death. A blue jay's singing on the window sill. The cat outside meanders underneath, and spreads a vicious smirk with all his teeth. The bird, still unaware, sings sweetly still. My stomach broadens slowly day by day. I worry, for a mother I will be, With hope that I can do this worthily, I feel my baby grow a hastened way. A moment comes when each life must be strong, Where things that are be place...