Dear March -- Come In

March is the official month of spring, but it certainly doesn't look like spring will be arriving any day soon. We woke again to a thin layer of snow, shining in the sun like millions of tiny crystals, and although I am longing for the warm breezes of spring, I can not deny the beauty this winter has bestowed upon us.  As I'm writing this, a new bird has come to my feeder, possibly a redpoll, adding another little blessing to the day. So for today, instead of longing for spring, I am going to absorb the beauty of the winter around me.

Dear March - Come in - (1320)

Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

March - Come in –

How glad I am -

I hoped for you before -

Put down your Hat -

How out of Breath you are -

You must have walked -

Did you leave Nature well -

Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -

I have so much to tell -

Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -

I got your Letter, and the Birds -

I declare - how Red their Faces grew -

The Maples never knew that you were coming -

But March, forgive me -

And all those Hills you left for me to Hue -

I will not be pursued -

There was no Purple suitable -

You took it all with you -

Who knocks? That April -

Lock the Door -

He stayed away a Year to call

And Praise as mere as Blame -

When I am occupied -

But trifles look so trivial

As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise