Hello, everyone! 
After all, I am back. Well, sort of. 
I've been suffering from an illness, but I am still working on my recovery.
When I gave up writing and all the things I used to enjoy, I knew I would 
return once I felt better. Just to this site, not actively writing, but posting The Weekly Avocet
and reading other people's posts sometimes. So, here it is, my first post, The Weekly Avocet.
You might find a piece of my work in this Weekly Avocet. 

Byung

To All my friends, 
I am announcing with a heavy heart that I am leaving Word Press. I might return again, but not sure when it will be. 
It has been fun thanks to all of your support. This site will continue on exist until it expires. Sometimes, I will check the posts
and read. 

With a hope to come back later, 
 
Byung Fallgren

little bird on the tree
thinks it is the budding leaf
Spring desires all

©Byung A. Fallgren

This has been published in The Weekly Avocet 697.
Thank you, Charles, Vivian, for taking this piece.

Dandelion & Iris

like good friends
forget
each other's fault
just enjoy
being a good company

©Byung A. Fallgren

The Relic of the Grandmother

In the Corner of the back yard
near the chicken coop
a cream-colored, aged Cadillac 
rests, enconsed among the grass.

Despite the rusts here and there,
inside, it appears cozy, with a tan
blanket and a downy pillow, bearing 
the memories of her;

the starry nights and the days
of the flower girl; all too vivid.
now, joking and laughing about 
the relic, with her finace, and the children, 
 the memory will fade; under the heavy air and 
the dust of the time. Now and then, 
it steals her glance; that also will fade
into the once favorite star in the darkness.

©Byung A. Fallgren