Ishaisms

Grey

Why do the mountains cry so painfully,their wails in moisture laden windsthat beating against the world, in sheetsfall down, as the icy rain…Once more the brown leaves reek of deathonce more remind of when they were greenthere used to be hope and happiness…now, there's only rain

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Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

Birds of the Courtyard

Where have they gone - the birds of the courtyard - that chirped ceaselessly, before a sharp sound or those chattering monkeys set them aflutter? Do you remember how they descended from their glorious aerial abode to the courtyard, in warm gratitude for the host, delightfully picking at the seeds strewn on winter mornings -… Continue reading Birds of the Courtyard

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…