February Poem by Ina Coolbrith

NEWLY wedded, and happy quite,
Careless alike of wind and weather,
Two wee birds, from a merry flight,
Swing in the tree-top, sing together:
Love to them, in the wintry hour,
Summer and sunshine, bud and flower!

So, belovëd, when skies are sad,
Love can render their somber golden;
A thought of thee, and the day is glad
As a rose in the dewey dawn unfolden;
And away, away, on passionate wings,
My heart like a bird at thy window sings!