From Robert Frost and Letters from Hill Farm:
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're two months back in the middle of March.
Wonderfully cool today. Put the coolness in a jar to
open in the heat of summer! Ahhhh~~
It is Poetry Month either nationwide or at the library.I got a poem put in my book when I checked out books. Lord Byron, no less! Quite regal friend of Wordsworth and Keats. Found this book on the Sale bookshelf: