Isam Hussain Poems
- Autumn Leaves A haunting sound is heard softly whistling, ...
- The Tsunami (Boxing Day 2004, ...
- The Way Of True Friendship I used to look askance at him, ...
- Land And Sea As though by some eternal decree Land and Sea ...
- Belief And Unbelief Sceptics say God is an illusion, a ...
- My First Drink In A Pub (1957) Still young and green I went...
- Caged Once, I roamed freely, winging between land and ...
Editor and publisher of the North East Poetry Journal, a quarterly publication promoting poetry in the North East of England.
BSc. in elecrical engineering from University College, Cardiff (1962. Worked in Scotland in Research & Development at Bathgate, West Lothian. Left for the North East in 1972 to set up in... more »
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A haunting sound is heard softly whistling,
like a magic flute in the distance playing,
luring summer leaves to hum and sway,
to don new colours, dance and play;
and like a Mexican Wave the merriment spreads:
an infectious mood carried by autumn's winds.
The Autumn Ball is now in full swing,
oblivious to the fate autumn must bring.
The sound grows louder, the party raucous,
the swaying erratic, the movement vigorous,
and like whirling Dervishes unable to stop,
autumn leaves begin to drop.