Shmavon Azatyan: ANI

I found you in the mature season,
conversing about the posture of
October that sets the rhythm
of day and night, chill and warm.

You revealed the colors,
imbibed at your source,
assigning them roles to perform
the marriage of season and calendar.

The foliage of your character
canvassed my furtive visions,
realigning my passions
with the flow of my thoughts.

You arranged the interior of my mind
with wood and flambeaux,
rug and chandeliers,
a fireside, sputtering ancient light.

You are a mark of style!

Copyright Shmavon Azatyan
November 2006