Pam Mordecai's "To No Music"

That is my quarrel with this country.
You hear them say: "April?
April? Spring’s on its way, come April."
And, poor things, believe it too.
See them outside, toes blue
in some skemps little cotton skirt
well set on making what don’t go so, go so.
And think: this big April morning
it make as if to snow.
Serious!

That is something that must
make a body consider: if you can’t
trust the way the world turn –
winter, spring, summer, autumn –
what you can trust?
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