Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Leaves Sing All Season

Autumn's frail and fluttering leaves

Blown from their trees in wind's wild way

Will not bemoan such fate with grieves,

But will accept as truth today,

That autumn is leaves' time and place

For another life cycle end,

Season for their maturing grace,

Taking leave, waving with the wind.

But knowing that through winter's rest

The leaves will reemerge next spring

Upon their trees in budding blessed,

And once again their joy to bring.

Autumn leaves will leave with no sorrow,

Return joyful spring leaves tomorrow.