Winter

Come now,Embrace the windBrave it, you know howShed your leaves, you have beforeHave let me down like your very boughs Let me curl up like brown, crushed leavesLet me lay down my burdens and die too.Promise me a fresh start, when the season's doneWhen bells begin to ring and Spring's dawnalights upon the hallowed groundMy…

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Going Home, Sinatra – a short story

The station was empty, save for the moths fluttering by the lemon glow of the lone light bulb. You could almost hear the quietness, the eerie lull so characteristic to my town. Quiet, lost and forgotten little place. Existing in secret.  The train came in, huffing and puffing, hooting, and whistling, creating the only buzz…

Becoming Autumn

Let me now become Autumnand learn to let my burdens goLet me heal to perfectionand my spirit shine bright as goldLet me change the course of seasonsand let Winter precede the Fallthrough whose dark and cold lessonsI learn from truth, to shed the falseLet me now become Autumnthough unnaturally, before my timethat when the Spring…

Lessons

Winter to harden all that were pampered and spoilt by the winds of Spring ©

Ishaism – December

What's meant for you will not pass you by like empty roads or bright streetlights; wait, dear soul, like trees in winter nights, for boughs rich with ripe fruit, in the springtime! © Isha Garg Thank you, my dear reader, for your continued support, with all my heart! Warmest wishes for, and see you in,…