Conquered by Winter by Linda M. Crate

the sun was a
fluke, a red-herring
i thought spring was on her
way;
but the trees are trembling now
i feel their cold
the crocuses are afraid to
open—
maybe it will be rain or maybe it will
be snow
for in these parts you never can tell
our weather is quite bi-polar,
and i remember once my father told me it snowed all
the way into july;
but i don't want to see that echoed again because
summer should never be conquered by winter and nor should spring be.







Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh raised in the rural town of Conneautville. In addition to writing her favorite things are: nature (especially flowers, trees, and bodies of water), books, music, anime, and crime shows.