The Guise of Blue Jay Skies

F l y i n g a sailing tailwind in cerulean streams through creamsicle colored beams - are wings reflective of turquoise truth and white purity of Autumn’s ether - he aviates a clear troposphere riding an unbridled capricious and combative boreas on the cusp of a new season with a plumage infusion of shifting Cape Cod skies the blue jay mixes hues with the Northern azure that fades to shades of turmoil to the South and East - becoming lost in its milky breadth.. its lilting light.. its dimming depths.. where the edge of rustic rural meets the sandy ridge of conifers - crooked twisted and back-bent from gales of salt-sprayed sorcery bold bluster leading the charge of a cold sapphire crest is bedeviled by the raw tongue-lashing spin of a brooding onshore flow twirling a brewing brawl - whirling in slate pearlescent space - s w i r l i n g with the dusky feistiness of stormy petrels.. mobs of darkening fog fatten on summer’s fainty surrender — leftover tints of tender cornflower and hints of dainty dove.. there’s a sparkle in the eye of the storm.. his mischievous black gaze mirrors the harsh harbinger of commotion clash and change -- his piercing “jay-jay” jabs the maddening mayhem of menacing air with the emerald-needled sharpness of wind-weary pitch pines anchoring the beige of coastal dunes where his refractive blues take cover in colorful contrast ahead of the bruising October nor’easter