MARCH

Dear March - Come in

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, how are you, and the Rest -

Did you leave Nature well -              

Oh 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 -

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