Weather

The wind is winter's, the cold

curving sharp to south, and the few

snow-flakes flying.

Yet the grey day and furrowed sky

is April's too.

Yesterday, overhead

all of heaven was deep with light;

beneath, the trees

were a green haze the sudden breezes

blew bright.

Now, though lovely days

are coming on - the southern wind,

blown petals falling,

we may not forget that all

is winter's, at the end.