Jim

“Now's the time
To put on the shoes I've saved for the right time
Run with wind and sail with the sunshine
I'll pay no mind to the cruel and unkind
Cause’ now, now, now's the time
The deck is stacked for the fall in for those who fall in line
Gonna make my own way, gonna keep on tryin'
Cause' life is for living, and happiness is free
Not spending my days to wait and see
Whatever will be is fine by me
Now, now, now, now's the time”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Nature has taken a deep autumnal breath, and with gusting sighs of relief has shed away the year’s heft that’s now in the rear view.

Tumbling away with strewn leaves are the remnants of days gone by. Storms have been weathered, dry spells overcome, and harsh winds survived, nature is now moving forward stronger.

With newly sown seeds hope is laying dormant ready to forge ahead in the ethereal sunlight, come spring. Not losing a beat, but rising back up rejoining the rhythm and restarting the journey.

A beautiful lesson in resilience at play. Let’s celebrate nature’s courage and strength as it releases the past to give way to new beginnings in, Autumn’s Repose.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“On city harp strings ‘neath cotton ball clouds,
Pigeon to pigeon their stories they sing,
Wafting flocks gather in soft, cooing crowds;
Amid rush traffic, a prelude to spring,
One with their nature, harmony within,
Above street clatter, perched, resting their bones,
Primed for the vernal bounty to begin,
Soothing the clamor with light, dulcet tones;
Whiffs of smog-filled drafts like bellows pulse through,
Unfazed are they by our mad world of haste,
The calm bevy awaits winter’s adieu,
Unconsumed by thoughts of no time to waste,
Nature presides with unshakable pride,
The seasons shall turn with a feather’s glide.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“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