Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Tree of Autumn

It is the autumn time of year.

I see the tree upon a hill,

Fiery hued leaves of autumn cheer

On limbs inviting if I will

Footstep forward and upward to

The tree trunk which is opening,

With a white light now shining through.

To me the tree is beckoning.

At first I have some doubt of course,

But then a calm comes over me.

I willingly walk to this source

With faith it is my destiny.

In autumn of my life I go

Into the autumn tree to know.