I cannot believe I found the poem. I just sort of remembered a few lines, plopped into google and BAM it sends me the poem. Its called Two Tramps In Mud Time. (Mud time is a peculiarly named season that conects late snowy winter with true spring). The nuances of our seasons have beendefined by earl Poole , late of the Pa Museum Commission,who further subdivided the Appalachian seasons, thusly. Our seasons consist of about a dozen recognizable subseasons that provide a special something to our year. Our subseasons are DEEP Winter, late snowy winter, mud time . early spring, tulip spring, peony spring , cool summer, hot summer, very hot (dog day) summer, early hot autumn,autumn, "the locking", and early winter.
So without further adooo. here is Robert Frosts
TWO TRAMPS IN MUD TIME