February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
Sara Coleridge
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
Sara Coleridge
“Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.”
Sara Coleridge
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
P.B.Shelley
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
Sara Coleridge
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Dear March, come in! by Emily Dickinson
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 to tell!
I got your letter, and the bird’s;
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.