Janus, god of doors and gates, your inspiration,
Ahead and back you look with anticipation.
New beginnings, starting over is your renown,
Umber shades and white your dress and crown.
Arrayed in frigid ice and drifting snow,
Regally you purse your lips and kisses blow,
Yielding reddened cheeks and noses from chilly flow.
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2022
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