Spring Fear
By Tatiana Pahlen

I feel the scent of spring,
my heart is beating harder.
Anticipations, dreams,
excitement in the air.
Unknown pleasant fear
touching my body slightly,
as in a flowery field
flaps its wings a dragonfly.
I knew you told me a lie:
The spring is not coming.
In the town, everyone
remembers a recent snow,
but birds fly in line,
rushing to their homeland.
Soon, with the first sunlight,
I'll melt like a snowball.

March, 1994

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