Saturday, March 01, 2008

Welcome March, Welcome Change


Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
Welcome, O March! whose kindly days and dry
Make April ready for the throstle's song,
Thou first redresser of the winter's wrong!

Yea, welcome March! and though I die ere June,
Yet for the hope of life I give thee praise,
Striving to swell the burden of the tune
That even now I hear thy brown birds raise,
Unmindful of the past or coming days;
Who sing: 'Oh joy! a new year is begun:
What happiness to look upon the sun!'

Ah, what begetteth all this storm of bliss
But death himself, who crying solemnly,
E'en from the heart of sweet Forgetfulness,
Bids us 'Rejoice, lest pleasureless ye die,
Within a little time must ye go by.
Stretch forth your open hands, and while ye live
Take all the gifts that Death and Life may give.'

William Morris

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.


mon@rch said...

such a wonderful poem and wonderful for this time of the year! BRAVO

Anonymous said...

Love those poems. Especially the Emily Dickinson one -- I need to share that one with my students on Monday. So wonderful.

That photo is fantastic as well. Wow!

Mary said...

March is so full of changes - daily. Howling wind, warm or subfreezing days, but I wish your March goes out like a lamb, Trixie.

Birdfreak said...

Well, our February was less then fine, so we welcome March !! Bring on the spring!

Good birding to you!

Dorothy said...

Your March poem is lovely, I especially love Emily Dickinson.
Where on earth do you find time to blog?

Thanks for visiting my blog. I'll surely be back to visit again!

Susan Gets Native said...

March definitely lifted her skirts today around here....60 degrees. WHOOT.

Cathy said...

I just found you through Julie's blog. Oh thank you! thank you! for the Emily Dickinson poem. Pitch perfect for this time of year.

I see I've been missing some wonderful things, here.