Jim

“Like a favorite song, old dreams keep on playing in my mind
They've waited for so long, for their time to finally arrive
I do believe now’s the time
I've gone years and years without really living
Minding squeaky wheels just giving and giving
And dreaming
Like wildflowers growing through sidewalk cracks
The weight of the world makes ‘em change their tracks
To find, the sun, and shine
Now, now, now's the time”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“May you encounter fresh vistas with promising views in days to come.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Centuries of strength in each leaf resides
Above dappled shadows ‘neath blazing skies,
Growing lush verdure a silkworm’s grand feast;
Shields scattered berries strewn ripe and unleashed,
Piled verdant armor diffuses hot rays,
While ants spiral ‘round its trunk’s ridged maze,
Beaming warm smiles, summer’s brightness descends,
Butterflies and bees orbit the sweet scents;
From juice to wine, and pulp of paper inked,
Lasting as its hues dark purple, white, pink,
Arrayed like jewels across flourishing limbs;
Swaying to the wafts of soft whistling winds,
Enduring the test of time’s winding hands,
Unyielding in strength the Mulberry stands”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Sun rays agleam through autumn’s weaving breathes;
Swirl soft betwixt twig and limb, right and left,
Tumbling and rustling are strewn leaves set free,
As cobwebs dance lightly on bare branched tree,
Strokes of red-bronze rust paint through nature’s way,
Tranquil scenes of harvest and shed at play,
Tired boughs unload heft from days agone;
Losing the worries that seemed to drag on,
Releasing the old, as change is abrew;
Sure as turning seasons will buds renew,
Soon rust will be green and green will flourish,
New days will come to cherish and nourish,
Fresh vistas shall rise awakened by hues,
Dormant dreams greeted by promising views.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan