The Jarupa hills have changed their clothes
from summerís rusty tan
to the lush green of spring,
courtesy of late winter showers.
All around the neighborhood
power mowers rub the sleep from their eyes,
clear their throats, and roar to life
(with a few coughs here and there).
The automatic sprinklers
coax the worms to the surface
to catch a breath of air,
giving the returning birds
a welcome meal.
I watch the beauty of the hillside,
smell the fresh mowed grass,
listen to the singing of the birds,
and welcome springtime back to Riverside.
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