SONNET 18: Out Amongst the Crisp Cool Pine Scented Air

SONNET 18: Out Amongst the Crisp Cool Pine Scented Air
©2012 Marcus James Christian / marcusunlimited


Out amongst the crisp cool pine scented air,
caressing a canteen of hot coffee,
my eyes drank in blue skies and evergreens.
Somehow the open iris closed quick.
Centered in it focus was a singer,
known as Cyanocitta Cristata.
Name a style and it knew some theme thereof:
Jazz, Blues, Operatic and Classical.

A snap of my fingers conjured a chirp,
as the wind played tops of reeds like pan pipes.
The Blue Jay whistled back the wondrous tune,
adding an improvised riff of its own.
The scene was an arpeggiated chord,
with rules of thirds applied to sights and sounds.