Emily Dickinson: dear March

Carrie Juettner’s post reminded me of a post I need to put up. I post it nearly every year, but this year time got away from me, and I’m almost too late. The last lines of the poem, however, are appropriate for the time, though. Especially if April in Texas turns out to be as hot as March 26 was. And it will be.

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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 up the stairs 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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These websites about the Bulb River are worth clicking over to see. The 35,000 hyacinths reach full bloom in early May.

https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/the-bulb-river-sandwich-massachusetts

The picture below automatically embeds when I add the link to the page. If the copyright holder objects to its appearance here, I will delete the link.

You’ve Never Seen Anything Like This Blooming River Of Flowers In Massachusetts

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