I hoped for you before

No training today - after yesterday's +half-marathon exertions!

Thought I'd try and keep the daffodil-theme going, so here's an Emily Dickinson poem about the beginning of March ...

... the picture is of an appropriate coffee-mug from our kitchen cupboard!:


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, 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 —

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Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)