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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