Two Tramps in Mud Time

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you are two months back in the middle of March.

What an excellent description of the weather! Only Robert Frost can make talking about weather sound so poetic. This is an excerpt from the poem "Two Tramps in Mud Time" via the academic chic. It reminds me of my earlier post on weather