Sunday, March 5, 2017

March Right In

March right in
with all your green finery,
shake snow dust
from your limbs, your hat.

Sit, I’ve made tea.

Not those tired kinds
you wrote you would have no more of—
as you say, it’s time for oolong.

I read your letter.  Again and again.  Especially
after the sun turned her lights down before
I’d even have a chance to start the day.

I know she needs her rest
before headlining,
but honestly, she can be such a diva.
4pm?  I feel faint.  Quick, I need my brandy and eye mask.
She’s been this way for months now.

Can you talk to her?  Ah, I see you already have,
and the day seems longer for it.
And those cherry trees and daffodils
are yellow, pink, and promising.

So I won’t complain to April—look here she comes—
or hold it against you,
when the gloomy wind blows
stinging rain against my cheek.

I, uh. . .
I promise.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s Dear March – Come In –.


ayala said...

Ah I love this! Gorgeous!

janetld said...

Very creative, Jennifer. And I love all the details!

Tank said...

This makes me smile, so well put and wonderful!

Rajesh said...

Incredibly visual, funny and beautiful. I just lover every moment captured in these lines. Here is wishing you April Flowers ahead.

brudberg said...

What a wonderful way to present a month... March here is just another winter month... still ice on all the lakes and barely any snow drops blooming... But I don't mind some Oolong tea

Jody Lee Collins said...

Oh, my so creative. I've not read Ms. Emily's poem--thank you for that as well.

Anonymous said...

Very well composed. A creative walk with a month.

Wendy Bourke said...

What a cleverly wordsmithed piece ... wonderful job with the personification in this - and so amusing; it gave my spirits a lift.

grapeling said...

and here marches in April, impatient ~