I almost missed one of my favorite seasons;
I had been busy self-pollinating worry.
The sight of a robin on the berm
of a road way too familiar lately,
caught my attention.
his appearance,
a wakeup call of sorts.
I started looking beyond the yellow line
that snaked ahead of us.
Like seeing hope, the hills
brought me to them.
glazed eyes cleared,
gauzy haze of blossoms
topped the hillside.
My ears attuned to the songs
of unseen birds.
The distinctive aroma of change
stunned me to the present...
and,
for the first time in a while,
I smiled.