Have you ever stood outside looking to the sky
the trees, bare branches and clouds overhead
have you ever asked, where do I go from here?
Another day of unknowns ahead doth fly

A single snowflake drifts by, watch it descend
as though you wait for a spectacular event
an awakening of sorts, but not today
leaving you to walk on a tightrope to contend

Feeling like the child who stands before Lincoln
Awaiting an embrace or words of wisdom
But in his stony like form he sits afore you
gazing outward over the land thinking

What it is we can pluck from within
and merely toss to the wind
strings of our imagination?
Or our emotions, which wear us, thin

Shall we create something from nothingness
opaque lacking hues of expression
as the mad painter tosses buckets in air
splatterings called abominableness?

Or do you look to your heart and say
I know what I must do
no matter how hard to construe
pulling you out of the gray

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
February 5, 2013