Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Two Tramps In Mud Time: A Poem By Robert Frost

for 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 peaks back in the middle of March.

Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Two Tramps in Mud Time (1936)

1 comment:

mwtizzzdale said...

Thats a nice poem, but I when it comes to tramps in the mud, I had something else in mind.