Janus am I; oldest of potentates;
Forward I look, and backward, and below
I count, as god of avenues and gates,
The years that through my portals come and go.
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow;
I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen;
My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow,
My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.
Continuing the tradition into 2013 of the !st of the month ‘Muse Day’ posts, with an all too obvious, but worthy poem, from Longfellow’s The Poet’s Calendar: 01 – January
Happy Muse Day Laura. May the new year treat you kindly xxx
Thank you for starting my new year with such lovely wishes Anna -
A wonderful integration of poetry and photos!
the poem happened to integrate with some very recent images Naomi so that was fortunate
Bravo! Extraordinary post for the first of year.
thank you Angelia – I do love Longfellows ‘heartwarming’ summary of this month;)