Photo by Gamaliel Masters
Temperature, time, day 0 degrees Old two faced god Janus Still guards his swinging door, The frozen snow-clad earth is hushed, No sound disturbs the bitter spread of cold. The sun has set behind the western hills. The eastern mountain's snow is briefly blushed in brilliance, glowing pink in some reflected ray The cold has stilled all breath of winter wind Pine tops, compass-needle straight point up to mark tonight's fast dark descend This rapid closing of December thirty first. Tonight's the pivot point, the Janus door The end of dying earth, tomorrow brings rebirth. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow The days will grow towards summer's flowering, But now before today's black end. Reality is -- point 0 degrees!