As the sunlit verdancy of summer artfully transforms into the gilded shades of autumn, a gentle symphony seems to envelop the natural world. A brief pause for a quiet listen to the air reveals that between the beautiful changes, the rustling leaves, and crawling breezes, small yet profoundly stirring moments are gracefully sprinkled everywhere.

I came upon such a moment on a recent stroll through my garden. A distant call caught my attention, a soft song of whistles and warbles that seemed to be speaking in the language of nature. As I looked around amid the whispering breezes, I noticed a lone northern mockingbird perched high above and felt compelled to dedicate some words to its wonderful existence. 

Hope you enjoy Echoes Of A Mockingbird.Wishing everyone a fantastic change of seasons. May the warm colors of the season awaken new inspirations with fresh perspectives, and may the coming days fill your homes with happiness, comfort, and health.

                                                                              -Marie Helen

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 Echoes Of A Mockingbird

by Marie Helen Abramyan

Soft warbles echo notes that rise and drown,

In the waltz of the breeze through rusty leaves, 

From the highest tree bough, upon its crown,

Drifting regards resound with tuneful ease,

As the dust of autumn sweeps on it’s vale,

A mockingbird sings in the sun’s lulled glow,

Ballads for time as it spins a new tale,

Drama in its pose and flair in its flow,

So charms the songster with hundreds of tunes;

For vast spread wings behold more than their share,

The countless dawns and passing many moons

Have guided its flights with no sight to spare;

Yet new trails await with new sights to see,

Each recount sung with unflawed mimicry.