Seven Weeks Later
Stepping out door
After stay-at-home rule,
The only thing new seems
Added folds and furrows
On our face.
We turn back
With caution,
Keep on
Looking into the field
With the usual greens,
In hopes to find
Unusual one
Elusive,
Right magic suspended
In the game of
Elfin spring.
Oh, but even this ill-flow will
Fade into the blue sea of past.
We will then reminisce the
Warmth and beauty we’ve held
For one another
In the dark season.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
A splendid warning not to lose what we have learned
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Very lovely. May it be so.
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Thank you, Jane.
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Thank you so much, Derrick
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We will then reminisce the
Warmth and beauty we’ve held
For one another
In the dark season.
So beautiful. How I hope your words prove true. I find myself missing that unexpected treasure in the darkness already.
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We can find the beauty even in a small kindness we display for one another. I see it when a shopper takes only a few of hand sanitizers, leaving the rest for others; when
a person couldn’t enter the store because he or she forgot to bring it, a stranger give her or him a mask, etc., which warms our heart. Thank you for sharing your feelings of dark side.
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Aw, you’re welcome…thank you for sharing yours in your enchanting poetry…and for reminding me that hope resides in the beauty of those small kindnessess.
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