Revised sonnet #466
If start of spring the buds endure a gloom
Through woodwork woven lozenges they peep
Above the bay rain clouds concur and loom
I stir a cup of coffee calm I keep
The butting clouds look like lost goats or sheep
Above the harbor harbingers of doom
They blend till lightning torch till thunder boom
Rain drops roll down to colonnade they seep
I puff at steam to cool the coffee cup
Youve brought to me my modest little girl
You look lots like your mum in lips and curl
I know youll blossom out youll balance up
The green volcano greener nil amiss
Your mum on balcony then blows a kiss
Chorus amiss off wrong
