Dear March - Come In by Emily Dickinson

S6 E4: Dear March - Come In by Emily DickinsonMarch brings balance. It strips judgement of its urgency. Once this guest has arrived, trifles fall away. What matters is presence, not verdict.“Dear March—Come in—” reminds us that some moments should not be rushed or improved upon. Some seasons are meant to be welcomed, sat with, listened to. March is not yet bloom, not yet abundance—but it is essential. Without it, nothing else follows. March has come in. The door is closed to haste. And upstairs, there is still so much to tell.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 callWhen I am occupied—But trifles look so trivialAs soon as you have comeThat blame is just as dear as PraiseAnd Praise as mere as Blame—Photography & Recitation by Rebecca BuddLocation: North Vancouver.Music by Johannes Bornlöf “Serene” Epidemic Soundhttps://www.epidemicsound.com/tr...