Traitor weather, when the clothes are caught blowing on 
   the line 
And lovers coatless in the field. 
What about the violet and other nameless little blooms 
That tempted by the early sun, came out 
Unsuspecting of the storm 
Baby blossoms do not know 
How innocent violets in snow, 
The frozen May flower -- caught trusting at an early 
   hour.