Tuesday, December 14, 2010


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