April: After 6 months of winter

My eyes are adjusting to the views

of this route I always take —

the lawns are green,

houses bright,

windows clean;

people lean.

The trees, too,

are conversing with their surroundings.

Leaves and flowers start to bud;

squirrels and gophers run about.

What amazes me most

are the mockingbirds

They sing sweet tunes.

The notes float from one block to another

as if the birds are accompanying me on my walk.

The wind no longer feel chilly.

The sun’s rays warm my cheeks.

I am no longer blinded

by tiny trillion diamonds everywhere;

something about spring

is heartbreaking:

the motion,

the colors —

they destroy my zone.

March: Middle name / Pang-gitnang pangalan