In Search of a Sonnet with Sax

A stone floats slightly with a feathers’ grace
The hard sky reaches to pull roots upward
No thought of a drip that runs to the East
The ink dries crying, the soul has come forth
Notes of wonder seeking to lighten Night
The red and black of fall catches my eye
It’s faster now, much faster than before
And Night is pushing its way against Day
The silhouettes catch only street lights now,
Like cut outs of black construction paper
Flashing back to youth and first time wonder
And this chill, this chill breaths like icy Night
Leaves scrape the street, crawl to the fire’s edge
Tap walk, tap walk, wearing my souls of souls

D.J. Haslett
Copyright 2009

music credit: Saxophonist, Alexei