Poetry Corner #17

I can't believe it is already Friday! 

Dear March -- come in --
     By: Emily Dickenson

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 -


It's another springy March poem :)
DFTBA
-Jane