the sun was a
fluke, a red-herring
i thought spring was on her
but the trees are trembling now
i feel their cold
the crocuses are afraid to
maybe it will be rain or maybe it will
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.