Once again, I thought of Robert Frost:
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 peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.
("Two Tramps in Mud Time") https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2015/04/two-tramps-in-mud-time.html
(I've wondered now and then about linking similar poems on the blog. I've done that on the wiki, a couple of times, but not on the blog. It might get a person to read in more depth, but it would be a lot of work that can't be spent looking for new poems.)