November

No fragrance in the flower bed,

the last white rose is gone.

The pine and cedar stand out

stark and green alone.

The winds sweep off the leaves.

Red and gold are blown.

And all the evergreen trees

come into their own.

Translated from the Armenian by Diana Der-Hovanessian

(c) Copyright 1999. The Christian Science Publishing Society

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