The day of Thanks is upon us, and nature tells a story of gratitude and growth. In Nature’s Thanksgiving Feast, a poem by Marie Helen, we see birds, squirrels, and small creatures alike, gather together to feast on a quintessentially autumn fruit, a pomegranate. A small part of nature’s bountiful harvest that has ripened to
During holidays and days of lighthearted celebration, nature joins in on the special occasions. The small moments of beauty are everywhere, waiting to be discovered and enjoyed. Like the dancing moonlight that attracts a fluttering moth, and lights the way for its nighttime travels in “Moth’s Moonlit Wanders” by Marie Helen. So to mark this
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
Green to soft purple Sweet velvet gems adorn tree Summer’s figs are ripe Beneath summer’s watchful eye, ripened figs have abundantly bloomed from bud to fruit, and filled the sturdy branches of the fig tree that sway to the summer breezes. A summer garden’s fruitful sight that inspired this Summer’s Figs Haiku by Marie Helen.
Wishing all the mothers out there a very happy, healthy and relaxing mother’s day! In honor of this wonderful day of appreciation for motherhood, we begin with poetry! Here is a Mother’s Day poem that Marie Helen has written for her lovely mother Ana. Titled with a sentiment that many will be expressing to their
Within nature all is well. Spring is in full force, robust and blooming. Sparing a moment of time in nature’s midst to listen to the birds, feel the breezes and bring back warm memories of sun filled days, can be so relaxing. Pictured, a moment captured in nature, as the sun rises, and casts its
Orange Tree Sonnet Amidst spring’s sun, fragrant white flowers bloomed; Gracing tree limbs, then garnishing the ground. In the summer sun, green citrus perfumed; Standing their place, unlike the flowers strown. To face the gusts of autumn’s rusty breaths; The color of the sun’s glow they assumed. Warming their seedy hearts, with zesty vests; Winter’s
Ametrine skies, gusting lingering sighs, Whisper tales, of retired summer days. Breezy breaths soothe the sun’s blistering eyes, Of a gaze, that’s turned greens to browns, and grays. Burnished apricot shadows, listen still, As the sky narrates the gone summertide. Dog days memories, warm the autumn chill, Recomposed, nature will strike a new stride. Glitter
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,
𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 As the winds have been gusting quite strongly here in Los Angeles these couple of days, it makes one pay closer attention to the particulars of the seasonal changes. The trees, leaves, branches, newly blossomed flowers, plants, and the animals that live within theses conditions.
