Dear March

Dear March — Come in —
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

7 thoughts on “Dear March”

Wonderful! Just what I needed. And I love the daffodil–my favorite flower. Well, that and the daisy.

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Kathy says:

March 1, 2012 at 5:24 pm

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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