Clouds dim summer rays Sunflowers stand in farewell Fall’s breeze sways green leaves -Marie Helen Abramyan Summer is nearing its final days, and nature is ready for the upcoming change. Autumnal fruits are starting to ripen, fewer birds are singing their morning tunes, and there is a bit of lightness to the heft of the
Bird of Paradise, feather among leaves, To the earthy soil I am bound and tied. Anchored by claws of roots and weighty sheaves, My spirit flies among the birds that glide. My sprawled pinions verdant, tail feathers pied, A crest of orange crowned is my disguise. As winds breathe hope and new life, then subside,
Reaching from the shadeFlower bloomed like butterflyBasks in morning sun
