Here is an oh-so-polite welcome to March, a month of unpredictable weather here in the Pacific Northwest, by the oh-so-polite Emily Dickinson.
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.
This next one is by the eminent RLS, and I include it because of the wind we've been having. If you want to see a five year old friend of mine recite it, keep scrolling.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By on the highway low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he,
By at the gallop he goes and then,
By he come back at the gallop again.
Poetry Friday is hosted today over at The Simple and the Ordinary. Happy Reading!