These rain clouds stretch forever in the sky.
It’s too damn cold for this to be called May.
Cut and killed for views ugly in their way,
No trees grow through the glass before my eye.
Barren, muddy pits out my window lie.
This storm roars raucous screaming in the fray.
The world outside looms sinister and gray.
No forest anymore. Nothing stops the rain.
A blue jay perches perked on my fence post.
Sapphire dancing on a steeled grisly knife.
Sunlight pours from the brightest of the blue,
And with that blue jay dances thoughts of you.
For you have brought me sunshine most,
The blue jay of my cold and stormy life.