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