January is a contradictive month, belonging to winter yet starting the year.

We wait for the frost to cease making way for dewfall. The grass greening, the trees budding. Spawn. A hatchery. New possibilities of life lurking in the dark.

Soon but not yet.

In which direction we gaze decides our wintery or springy view.

Caught in the past?

Foretelling dreamer?

Contradictions spark our existence.

22nd January 2014

©By Andrea Connolly

One thought on “Janus

  1. An inescapable buzz of anticipation teetering on the brink of irrevocable changes in the forces of nature- the momentum is palpable and captures the perpetual motion of the changing of the seasons. A powerful and stirring poem!


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