Spring is coming

 "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 "


 Emily Dickinson


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