March
by Emily Dickinson
Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before,
ut 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!
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1 comment:
Sweet poem!
Isn't it nice to be a little closer to Spring?!
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