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.
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.