In the Woods
There were small clouds in the woods,
Blue mist hung
in the woods,
Autumn hummed softly in the woods,
But still the trees could
not fall asleep.
There were whisperings in the woods,
And a richness of
Shadows and lanes twined closely,
And traces, traces of
The dew silvered the mushroom caps,
The wild almond
tree looked chill,
The wind came to rest in the glade,
Tilted to the
sounds of thunder.
The deer calf, its muzzle moss-covered,
Leaps at its
And through the wet grass, the hunter
Seeks the lost trace
of the deer.
The woodman sings his old song again
And oils the
warming saw again,
The breadfruit tree doesn't hear
The hushed sigh of the
Before the forest warden's hut
A bonfire gives up
And the green fir near the fire
Talks heartily with the
There were mysteries deep in the woods,
abounded in the woods,
Though autumn hummed softly in the woods,
still could not fall asleep.
About The Poet
A native of Sissian, Armenia, Sahyan completed
his studies in Baku and served in the Soviet Navy during World War II. He is the
author of numerous volumes of poetry: On the Banks of Vorodan (1946), Sail
(1947), The Rainbow in the Steppes (1953), In Flight (1955), Armenia in Songs
(1962), The Song of Stone Banks (1968), and many others.