You strolled
into my garden
On that lush day
of autumn
And the green ardor
in your raven eyes
Flaring fiery sparks
of early passion
Scorched the leaves
of our Eden…
You stayed there
for the season
Admiring the colors
of mid-fall
Taking fresh bites
of an over-ripe fruit
Teasing fallen leaves
with your foot
Unaware of the
coming squall…
You left Eden
come first snow
With no farewell
no sign of sorrow
Leaving behind
the autumn leaves
To mourn alone
for colors lost
To winter’s gray and
white frost…
Tatul Sonentz-Papazian
Tatul Sonentz-Papazian is the former editor of the Armenian Review and director of the ARF and First Republic of Armenia Archives, based in Watertown, Mass. He has been a contributor to the Armenian Weekly for over 50 years. He currently directs the Publications Department of the Armenian Relief Society.
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