March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know –
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now –
We try to show becoming firmness –
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.
What a way to start SOL 19 with the brilliant Emily Dickinson! Snow is falling gently this morning but this poem rings so true. My perspective begins to change, I realize how the dull gray winter days affect my moods. But they begin to lift with this Month of Expectation.
Walking the other day I noted tiny green sprouts popping through the raised cracked (cracked raised?) mulch but I couldn’t help but wonder if this new fragile growth would survive the coming weeks when the lion of winter is still roaring. Hope is different from expectation.