For New Year’s Eve 2019, a pensée, which is just a thought-flower that knows French:

Days of Janus

The turning of the year has us looking fore-and-aft
          mixing hope and regret, plans
and failure, a chance to learn, were we capable       

Two-faced god with a month named for him
            deity of portals and doorways
abiding spirit of anxiety and indecision

Laughter from tears, weeping from smiles
            emperor of the theater
the globe where all the world’s a stage

A month will not suffice in this life where
            every day begins and ends
a month, a year, a century, an eternity