Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Fired Up

The sea be calm by break of dawn,

The waters still black in the night,

As I was embarking upon

Some canoeing to my delight.

It was a time and place that I

Could paddle all my woes away,

In bliss of solitude with my

Welcoming of the coming day.

There be no clouds as dark skies turn

Into a brilliant fiery glow,

As though the very air does burn

Into a melting lava flow.

I paddle as sun rising higher

On sea of red, orange, yellow fire.