Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Brief Encounter

The woods along the lake do be

A late night pause in my sojourn.

The calm of all does beckon me

For a brief respite that I yearn,

To take my cluttered mind away

From all the worries I've about

The unknowns of the coming day.

I need to take a break no doubt.

Around there is a gentle breeze

Swaying the trees, rippling the lake,

Bringing clouds 'cross the sky in ease,

Gestures from nature for my sake.

I watch the grey clouds cloak the moon,

Bringing the rain which will fall soon.