Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Return

It is an autumn of my life,

And through the wilderness I roam

Alone and feel no stress or strife,

But feel at last I've been called home.

Through golden leaves upon the trees

The mountain lake does beckon me.

There is a crispness in the breeze.

It's time and place I'm meant to be.

I knew this journey would be mine.

Returning, memory beguiled,

First time seeing this same design

Of autumn spent here as a child.

Then made a promise, now I keep,

This is my time and place to sleep./