Photography © Edward S. Gault


First sign , we’ll ignore it

March has arrived
Another month without its presence we have survived
A sense of doom
A sense of sadness comes with the appearance of spring
The silence of the sky , the birds , they refuse to sing
The smell of rebirth seems perhaps different
On the other side of the globe , they are scared
Many , the angel of death in the eyes they have stared
A new virus , they called it
Violent and wicked
We ? We are the elites
No virus can defeat us , it is just the flu
We were but common fools of course
Ignorants , convinced we were the source
Dancing the night away
Kissing your friends
Protesting , turning away from seeing through the lens
The world was screaming
We were busy ignoring all the warning signs
A future awaits for us
      A future full of chaos and fines.


Ioana-Aurelia Onofre: “I have started penning at the age of 16. It was only a year ago I had the courage to share my writing with the world at age 21. My poems focus on the theme of mental health, love and the questions of life.”

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma. He has a wife Karen, and daughter.