A Good Home, Weather

Whither the Weather

“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,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.”
–  Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926

We had snow and freezing temperatures last night, and I thought of this poem. Thank you, Mr. Frost, for saying it so well.

42 thoughts on “Whither the Weather”

  1. The closest we got to that was a rainy monday yesterday.
    My neighbours quote a great Spanish one, which sadly I can never remember. It starts off, In January the dog seeks the sun, in February etc, and by April I think the dog is seeking the shade. It’s basically describing the weather through the behaviour of the dog/s.

    1. Hey, you can’t mention a great quote and not tell me what it is! Go now and ask thy neighbour. (though it’s the wee hours of the morning where you are….)

      1. I’ve tried to look it up, but all I can find are endless compilations of sayings by month rather than the whole thing. If you are any good at internet searches (I lose patience) try ‘en enero busca la sombra el perro’. Otherwise, I’ll try and remember when I’m back in Spain end of the month.

      2. Hey, my perros were still enjoying the sun in March and April. Next visit they might look for the sombra. Actually I’ve just temembered they were visiting the sol in enero, not the sombra! Must do a re-search. Idiot me!

  2. Sorry your weather is misbehaving, dear Cynthia. Perfect poem for a painful weather day. Yesterday we were getting bitten by some sort of deer fly at a friend’s country home. I thought I’d add that so you’d have a reason to appreciate the cooler weather. 😉
    Blessings ~ Wendy

  3. Oh, Wendy. Deer flies! I think I might prefer the freezing cold to deer flies. they don’t just sting — they take chunks of your skin and flesh. Now tell me, my blogger friend, if you know: why on earth did the good Lord make deer flies?

  4. By coincidence I was reading Robert Frost’ s ‘Directive’ last night as I am leading a seminar on poems about Time and Memory soon. What a great poet he is. Thank you for this one, I love it.

    1. Wish I could attend that seminar, Chloris. For all kinds of reasons, I would be very interested. Thanks for the comment; it’s always nice to hear from you.

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