I found this poem by the incomparable Robert Frost today.
I used to sit in a tree in the middle of a perfectly charming historic cemetery as a child, contentedly reading his poetry for hours.
What a delight it was for me to find this treasure, as it seems to perfectly describe the backwards weather we have experienced in Minnesota this spring.
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.