Well, I don't suppose Tulips are up in Emily's Amherst yet. But here they are coming out on the Daily Walk. (Which we missed today, what with one thing and another.) Tonight we go back to Emily, the foremother of American poetry and her welcome to the month we are in the midst of now. I borrowed this from the Academy of American Poets website, a fine address. And remember, although every day is Poetry Day, you must never forget that next month, APRIL, is National Poetry Month. Get ready to have some poems in your pocket!

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, 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 -

Emily Dickenson