Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Hope Springs ...

With loss of love and broken heart,

Sadly I sat beneath a tree.

I felt so alone and apart

As fallen fall leaves fell on me.

With tears in eyes and short of breath,

It seemed to me that each leaf shed

Was like me living a slow death.

My heart be shedding hope till dead

In my autumn of discontent,

And through my winter suffering.

How could I live with my lament?

Would I survive until next spring?

Next year I found that tree full of

Leaves, as I walked with my new love.