“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… — Marie Helen Abramyan Copy Share Image
“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… — Marie Helen Abramyan Copy Share Image
“On city harp strings ‘neath cotton ball clouds, Pigeon to pigeon their stories they sing, Wafting flocks gather in soft, cooing crowds; Amid rush… — Marie Helen Abramyan Copy Share Image
“Bird of Paradise, feather among leaves, To the earthy soil I am bound and tied. Anchored by claws of roots and weighty sheaves, My… — Marie Helen Abramyan Copy Share Image
“May you encounter fresh vistas with promising views in days to come.” — Marie Helen Abramyan Copy Share Image
