“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.
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Nice poem Cynthia. 🙂 Spring is a fickle time of year. Thankfully, this week is warm and gorgeous here in Arkansas.
I’m happy for you — really!
I hope your flowers weren’t hurt too much. 😦
Ah, Theresa, they’re fine. Thank you. Crocuses are blooming.
What a spring surprise. That is the perfect poem for this year
Ain’t it, though?
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I just had to reblog this very appropriate poem. Cynthia Reyes is a delightful blogger and I am thoroughly enjoying her posts.
Just love that poem!
Thanks, Diane. So do I. I’m wishing you a good week.
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Thoroughly enjoying your memoir, Cynthia. Delighted to read Canadian writing!
Thank you so very much for taking the time to read it. Thank you, Diane.
I remember those days and the poem captured them perfectly.
I’m going through them now….
Saw the weather, think spring and appreciate the quiet of the snow!
That is a perfect description of this last two weeks in our garden.
I hear you.
We had the same. Winter waited until April to appear.
That’s exactly it!
Snow and freezing temps .. Not fair. We are having beautiful autumn weather
Oh, autumn. I can honestly say: “wish I were there!” But spring waits in the wings.
Beautiful poem by Robert Frost, Cynthia! This is another one of his poems I love, about orchards.
That is so real, so down-to-earth and so beautiful. I like poems that get into the heart of such things.
This is great too. I worry about my trees and shrubs like this…
I hear you.
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.
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….)
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.
Thank you! I hope el perro found lots of shade in January.
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!
Right, that would make sense, of course. Don’t we humans do the same?
That’s a good one–never saw that Frost poem before! It does capture the weather we’ve been experiencing here, for sure!
April is unpredictable, Kerry. Thinking of spring keeps my spirits up, though!
Oh so sad…but true!
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
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?
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.
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.
That old Robert Frost, he puts things rather well.
I have only recently realised I like Robert Frost and I love this poem very much Cynthia.