The Scottish Poetry Library sent along a reminder – it is nearly March. Someone else needs a reminder – it was snowing again yesterday.
I saw a hawk in flight soaring over the brush a few minutes ago.
I have no idea what sort it was – medium size.
I am at my son’s home, dog-sitting. Finlay thinks I should go out to play.
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 -