Janus

Dark poetry and longing

traverse the unbound heart,

igniting flames of winter blue

and summer gold in their wake.

Scents of forbidden fruit

waft through the forest of words

luring the unwary from the known path,

encasing them like insects in liquid amber.

Revel’s wild music is in the air,

beware of the one who wears two faces.

Winter sky and part of the city’s skyline reflected in the waters of Lost Lagoon near the edge of the forest, (Vancouver, B.C.).

This poem is a continuation of the December thread started by my dear neighbours, Huguette and Jacqueline, to write a poem each month celebrating the months of the year.