Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Leave of Absence

I feel that winter's coming soon.

When there's a breeze, I hear me sound

In a whispering, soulful tune.

Some parts of me slip to the ground.

The trees, my neighbors, loom above,

More sun seen through their leafless limbs.

That golden ball reminds me of

The coming winter season dims

My opportunity or need

For friend, Ol' Sol, to nourish me,

Cuz I will be a dormant "weed,"

Waiting for that next spring to be.

Yes, Mother Nature is on track,

And perennial, I'll be back.