"The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion -
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown."
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion -
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown."
Antonio Machado, 1875-1939
I love this verse about March. It so aptly describes how this month has been ~ mild and breezy, with just a hint of true spring in the air. I imagine the writer as alone on the patio, sipping on a cup of fragrant tea, while looking for memories of the past. Is he possibly seeking to rewrite or revisit them? The wish for the light swish of some trailing gown makes it appear to be so.
March ushers in April. I can hardly wait! The sun just broke through the clouds! Enjoy your March day!
The calendar photo was taken at Paula's antique shop. The lovely old tea strainers would set well on a tea table at the quiet patio of the poem.
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