On a recent drive amid the heavy crawl of rush hour traffic, my gaze drifted skyward and beheld a heart-lifting sight: a flock of pigeons perched along city wires, row by row, basking in the warming rays. Their blissful serenity and graceful glides across the sky were mesmerizing. They were captivating. Observing the harmonious flock contently existing and thriving above the madness, I felt inspired to put this simple yet profoundly beautiful moment into verse.

Hope you enjoy “Peristeronic Cloud Nine”!  As Spring warms our days, may the sweet pollen laced breezes whispering of brighter days to come fill your daily journeys with warmth and sunshine, while newly blossomed wildflowers decorate your paths with vibrancy that only spring can bestow.

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Peristeronic Cloud Nine

by 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.