Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Awaiting

I sit upon the park bench to

Await the coming of the end

Of my old life for something new,

Brought to me by a welcome friend.

I sit and watch the evening bring

The darkness so the park lamps light.

And then comes a fresh, new snowing.

I feel the flakes fall in the night.

There are no other persons 'round.

It is a solitude serene

And peaceful waiting to be bound

In journey from this winter scene.

My outside covered in snow,

But my inside, an inner glow.