My eyes are adjusting to the views
of this route I always take —
the lawns are green,
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
the colors —
they destroy my zone.