How glad I am —
I hoped for you before —
Put down your Hat —
You must have walked —
How out of Breath you are —
Dear March, Come right upstairs with me —
I have so much to tell —
I got your Letter, and the Birds —
The Maples never knew that you were coming — till I called
I declare — how Red their Faces grew —
But March, forgive me — and
All those Hills you left for me to Hue —
There was no Purple suitable —
You took it all with you —
Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door —
I will not be pursued —
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied —
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come
That Blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame —
~ Emily Dickinson
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Image of daffodil by Colin Kinnear [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Wonderful! Just what I needed. And I love the daffodil–my favorite flower. Well, that and the daisy.
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Glad you liked it. I love daisies, too.
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Oh, beautiful, Kathy. a breathless greeting fromEmily Dickenson for this companionable month. How I have longed for March.
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My favorite poetess..
I thought of her
and March
and Spring
this year, again,
as
I always do.
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I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming — till I called
I declare — how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me — and
All those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –
So beautiful.
Thanks for sharing, Kathy!
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Glorious – March heralds the approaching Autumn which is long overdue after a sweltering summer 😉
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A delight. I didn’t know this one.
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