Budburst and The Bard
It looks to be a fine day today for a walk along the river, although the swaying trees and shrubs suggest I will still need to wrap up warm.
The sun has coaxed the crocus bulbs
And shoots of timid daffodils
To venture through the soil.
But budburst waits until the chill
Of cold late winter winds subsides.
Or, as Shakespeare put it in The Two Gentlemen of Verona:
O! How this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!