For eight-foot snow drifts, <br />for jagged icicles the size <br />of mastodon tusks to <br />drag down gutters. <br /> <br /> <br />For gales to howl <br />through storm windows <br />and make even stately mansions <br />shake and shiver like Medea <br />giving birth. <br /> <br /> <br />Time to watch your life <br />unfold before your eyes <br />before opening the portal <br />leading from light and warmth <br />to a world of frozen terror <br />where comfort knows no welcome. <br /> <br /> <br />Time for Time <br />to be devoured by Medusa, <br />waiting in the mirror. <br /> <br /> <br />January, the month when all of <br />our parents always die. <br />January, time of Janus, the <br />dual-faced god simultaneously <br />embracing past and future. <br /> <br /> <br />January, time to create <br />the future by remembering <br />the past with a finer, more <br />focused vision.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-for-heavy-boots/
