Autumn days

Like the grapes of the season

overlooked, left behind

you sweeten like raisins,

in the rare light, sun-dried.

Aromatic as gold incense,

glazed by sun or rain

we are grateful and blessed

to walk with you again.

Translated from Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian.

(c) Copyright 1999. The Christian Science Publishing Society

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