Hal-abeoji’s Wish (Finding Uncle)
On the Gray Morning
doves recite dirge
sparrows chatter in anger
pigeons banter
old man grumbles in the kitchen;
poet rummages in the sky for a pen;
they all wait for the sun sing.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Suddenly he was there
Limper, I used to call him,
for his limping leg, after the day's
walk with his mom, when he was
very young, turned into a disaster:
when a hungry coyote chased on him;
he ran so fast that he broke his leg.
since then, his mom was beside him;
even when he was excluded by the group;
she was with him wherever he went.
When his little fuzzy antlers turned to
strong and grand, he began to be alone;
nightly visit to the back yard, also alone;
he'd eat the fallen apples alone;
he'd forage the grass all alone.
Summer slipped into the autumn and winter.
Then one summer night, he was there on the
street, walking, limping, with his five does
behind; his great antlers pointing
at the moon.
Marching in such a solemn silence,
would glance only once at the eyes
behind the dark window.
He doesn't seem to remember the lady and the dog;
the dog who chased away the coyote from him ;
but the lady is all tears of joy of seeing him all grown;
with five does of his family!
©Byung A. Fallgren
My poem The Invisible Cloud is published in this week's journal.
Thank you, editors, for taking the piece again for The Earth Day.
--Byung
When the night thoughts flee
Too quick to take a note, but
one thing, a fine line on the word
rolling in the misty field;
what is it?
would I allow the bullying?
or, is it the insinuating heat wave
of the rock behind the boulder?
Simmer, resign;
I would not dwell on it;
go on; each moment is a gold,
now; the fragile hour.
©Byung A. Fallgren
My Haiku is published in this week's journal. Thank you, Chales, Vivian, and Valerie,
for taking the piece. --Byung
Untimely
my heart
drops in question
as nature
drive her away
smiling as she goes
--Byung A. Fallgren
Adjusting
when cold wind
on your back
simply
turn the back
against the wind
©Byung A. Fallgren
Four Haiku of my work are published in this week's journal.
Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valerie for taking the pieces.
--Byung
Buds
some buds
are ready
some not
worries of
capricious wind
Crocuses
sprouts
eaten by a deer
wait for
next
spring
©Byung A. Fallgren