Anger

It was only a tree,
Wreathing furiously.
In the wind.

Branches reached high,
Up in the sky.
Bending within.

In a pitiful rage,
Like a lion in a cage.
It bowed down low.

It stormed by the hour,
So wicked in power.
That Injured the soul.

So ugly...was the way,
That it made a display.
Of what anger...can do.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Quail Fire in Alpine, Utah, USA. We are evacuated. Natures' Fireworks.