Every month on my horizon, I welcome new friends.
We meet, we talk, I watch them go and seek who now ascends.
In January when it's frosty chill, the pale Pollux comes out
with cold Castor, I watch them from my fireplace window, route.
Comes in the February, the springing spring, the Regulus in the sky,
With gleaming bright, it makes my eves so cursorily...