Who knocks? That April!

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. ( from ‘Dear March come in…’ -EmilyContinue reading “Who knocks? That April!”

The moon was but a chin of gold…

  THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known. Emily Dickinson     The Moon shines soContinue reading “The moon was but a chin of gold…”

Dear March, come in!

      DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked 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 toContinue reading “Dear March, come in!”