After the Winter Rain

Reading a poem of hope by the first poet laureate of California. I found out today that I share my birthday with her, an abode in California and after every winter, a spring: 

After the Winter Rain 

After the winter rain,
Sing, robin! Sing, swallow!
Grasses are in the lane,
Buds and flowers will follow.

Woods shall ring, blithe and gay,
With bird-trill and twitter,
Though the skies weep to-day,
And the winds are bitter.

Though deep call unto deep
As calls the thunder,
And white the billows leap
The tempest under;

Softly the waves shall come
Up the long, bright beaches,
With dainty, flowers of foam
And tenderest speeches…

After the wintry pain,
And the long, long sorrow,
Sing, heart!—for thee again
Joy comes with the morrow.

- Ina Coolbirth

Ina Coolbrith

Ina Donna Coolbrith, born Josephine Donna Smith on March 10, 1841, in Nauvoo, Illinois, was an important figure in the literary community of 19th- and early 20th-century San Francisco. She is the author of The Singer of the Sea (The Century Club of California, 1894) and Songs from the Golden Gate (Houghton, Mifflin, and Co., 1895). 

Though the earthquake and fire of April 1906 destroyed her house and manuscripts-in-progress, she remained a prominent figure in the literary community. She served as the first poet laureate of California from 1915 until her death on February 29, 1928, in Berkeley, California.