ugly pumpkin
bird-pecked apples
more delicious
than the fancy ones
sweet outcasts of autumn

©Byung A. Fallgren

Distant mountain echoes
the lone boat on the lake
Song of wordless Sunday

©Byung A. Fallgren

to achieve the goal
going over the fence
to someone’s garden
produce shabby fruit
lost self-esteem

©Byung A. Fallgren

As we drift in
the stream of
our days we
come upon an

odd moment
evokes our wit,
smile that wash
the doldrums,

discover merits
in ourselves
that have been
buried in the

dimmer days, like
little gold nuggets
found in sands, they
brighten our soul.

© Byung A. Fallgren

moon in the clouds
torchlight of the night
a wise introvert

© Byung A. Fallgren

Gentle burst
shouts from the hill,
for the sin of being
hesitant, over prudent.
Regret is poison yet
images of yesteryears
wink in the clouds,
in the moon.
Gentle explosion frees
bottled up emotion
like ocean waves,
shooting stars,
lets us emerge from
the memory,
expels the dimness,
rekindles our spirit.

©Byung A. Fallgren