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 a sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
And turns to the wind to unruffled a plume,
His song so pitched as not to excite
A single flower as yet to bloom,
It is snowing a flake: and he half knew
Winter was only playing possum,
Except in color he isn't blue.
But he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom.
Two Tramps in Mud Time
Robert Frost
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