Before spring I feel the tremors
of the atmosphere
Especially on a night like this with full moon clear.
It is as if there is a trembling of something unseen
It has always been so in this season of in between.
When I was a girl I felt afraid,
Like somehow I had strayed,
Into some world so strange
With something prearranged.
Now there is still the reality
Of no understanding that I can see
What is this tremor of that is nothing at all
And why do I not feel it in the fall.
