April Fool's a late arrival
This is what it looked like out my window this morning, when I got up.
This time of year I am so often reminded of these lines from Frost's "Two Tramps in Mud Time:"
"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."
That's one of my favorite Frost poems for other reasons, as well, because of the way the poet starts out so firmly embedded in the every day, only to work ever so carefully into a metaphor that speaks so strongly to all who engage in the writing life.