Little ripples on the shore, the tease of
moisture drop on the wakening lake
little minnow jig dances,
bidding a farewell to the melting ice
as a fisher man fills his
tackle box with fly and worm
March retreats like a wise soldier.
© Byung A. Fallgren
Mother Nature
dumped the snow
on our car
telling us
to relax at home
This happened a couple of weeks ago. It’s not timely but
decided to post it anyway because I’m still mad at the weather
that screwed the weekend plan.
© Byung A. Fallgren
I don’t try to please you, I
please me not selfish way,
some golden honey still left
in the comb. Altruistic love,
akin to sacrifice I distance,
for when I wither in thirst
great gift I may have later
for you will be lost. I endure
your mournful sigh, seeing
me in wintery silence of
spring meditation, until
the day I dazzle you in lovely
dress in sweet breeze of May.
Now and then, I enjoy
making you smile, like
snow-clad lilac shrub.
© Byung A. Fallgren
tonight’s moon
appears shrunken
reminding us
of eroding
Earth
© Byung A. Fallgren
Not the fool’s game of
Oppression, innocuous
Horseback ride of March
Hear the rider’s giggles
Hums of the horse
Songs of nature
Philly wishes for the
Golden sunbeam of
April lifts the rascals
She’s endured summer
Gust and the storm
Why more pain?
Winter admonishes
Strive to rise will free
Her from the oppressor
© Byung A. Fallgren
carpet of flower
wads of paper
brooding mistakes
muted as the silver moon
silent inspiration
©Byung A. Fallgren
trying to
convince one
it’s a silver coin
on a tree branch
when it’s moon
caught on faulty lens
© Byung A. Fallgren
