A sonnet on pregnancy (1985)

her features radiant with primal grace
her body in obedience gives room
to her expanding life, a hiding place
a safe and silent sanctuary womb

expecting stars to lighten up the gloom
and earths and moons to claim the empty space
this mortal race awakes but to resume
the tread of daily work’s circuitous pace

times, expectations tend to change their face
and differ from what first we did presume
as nature, in her love and warm embrace
provides new life, new flowers in new bloom

a bosom raised in graceful pregnancy
the blossom of a race in infancy