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

Bedtime Stories

© One by one they all endedstopped short, clearly- for I wasn't doneI sought them through other personsand when all else failed, the imaginationNo books to perpetuate hopeless dreamsNo dark tales of light from grandma I wonder if that's what led me to poetryone foot forever forced in romanticismBut it doesn't work that wayIt just… Continue reading Bedtime Stories