March Poetry-- Dear March-Come In by Emily Dickinson

Dear March by Emily Dickinson

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.