Sunday morning rose like eternity,

With time for omelets and toast.

Golden leaves without numbering

Fell in the fall forest,

And the sky was as blue as forever.

There was time for it all,

Even time for each other.

We needed no watches

On waterfowls’ schedules.

Why did Sunday evening

Return us to mortal time

And the accelerating heartbeat

Of desperately wasted hours?

Sandra Ulbrich started her writing career in high school, when she made up her own lyrics to songs. She soon graduated to writing sonnets, villanelles, and free verse. After obtaining her bachelor's degree in molecular biology/English and a Master of Technical and Scientific Communication degree, she worked as a teaching assistant, a science writing intern at the National Cancer Institute, a technical writer, and a proofreader. She is currently a lab technician at an enyzme-producing company. In addition to writing poetry, Sandra has also written a fantasy novel called Day of All Seasons, which has been submitted for publication. She is currently writing a sequel, called Fifth Season. When not writing, Sandra enjoys listening to classic rock (especially the Beatles), reading, gaming, attending cons, and chatting with her friends.