Ishaisms, Poetry, Seasons

Fall leaves, fall…

Fall leaves, fall, in your autumnal grey; now you prepare for the black pall, the naked winter days... Seasons wrap up like chilly pedestrians; each new morning closer to the close; how sanguine seem your yellow surfaces, as if kissed by the sunset's own hues! And like the dying in the final stages, you reveal… Continue reading Fall leaves, fall…

Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

Farmer’s Song

The earth longs for the rain, the thundering of the clouds; the freshness in the air, the retreat of the drought… When will this famine leave, when will lives prosper? When will times improve and life be better? For, after the rain, how fresh the air; green grasses effulge everywhere! Drenched fields produce in manifold… Continue reading Farmer’s Song

Ishaisms, Reflections

The Wild Woods

Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble… Continue reading The Wild Woods

Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

The Wilderness

The road was lit in a wild flower frenzy - a fray of ferns wayward and hapless, yellow trees rose in a tumultuous melee with battered rocks fragmented and strewn like shrapnel. Crisp cracks housed the dust in the grey concrete; dry buttresses boasted of mossy branches; browning bushes sneaked up suddenly like bandits, as… Continue reading The Wilderness

Ishaisms, Short Story

THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE

Today I heard the cooing of a dove… in the same melodious sing-song way as that blessed hour when I had heard one three years ago in that Winter’s morn… The chilly mists rose up the towers, with a vague warning, signaling ‘twere better one kept the windows shut; for one’s submission unto the damp… Continue reading THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE