THE SKY

The sky holds my mood captive

entangled in folds of burnt amber

tossing about my fury, my wrath

that threatens to dissipate into the blue yonder

ever changing directions and patterns

as the north wind sees fit

never minding my need to settle flames

that singe and destroy, releasing the charge of blame

for myself onto others

holding out, holding on

as the sky just giggles at times

at the waste and neglect

of such a beautiful winter sunset

©2010 Stevie Strang