Jubilant voices,
laughter of season
silenced in the soft beam,
you and I exchange
smile in subdued
passion of old couple,
tears of desolation brief,
I praise your drawing
on the steel grey water,
you chuckle at me dancing
waving my bare arms,
wishing the best for our
friends, we draw and
dance more in the
bleak winter days.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Thank you for nominating me for this award, Jessy.
It brightens my blog even on a gray day!
Initially I’ve been nominated by Baffled Bear Books,
a day . Mawson Bear; La Rena’s Corner. Then finally
Jessy B. Love & Loss: Living in Between. Thank you
again for the nomination.
It gave me the chance to know more of these nominators’
wonderful blogs. Please visit them and you might enjoy
as much as I do. –Byung A. Fallgren
on the shadowed hill
winter sun
chases the late afternoon
as the stroller
retrieves the passion
© Byung A. Fallgren
Enduring dry chill
like soldier, when
point of regress, she
came to imbue idea,
her methodical journey
to rise, excellent for
meditation,
life. I watch as she
slowly vanishes,
game of time,
law of tyrant;
some efforts to hold
is gripping onto wind.
Farewell, my friend,
see you in spring mist.
© Byung A. Fallgren
nothing
grows on winter tree
a false assertion
sometimes quasi truth
curves your belief
© Byung A. Fallgren
Retreat and ponder
the surge from highland,
venture up the hill where
the days of longing,
curiosity mirrored,
youthful fantasy
evaporated, reach for
the sky, wave with envy
at the birds. Comply to
the time of withdrawal,
grateful to the season for
the opportunity. Ceaseless
desire, watch the land ling
grow, wither,
wait for next swell–glee!
© Byung A. Fallgren
footprint in winter soil
memory of yesterday
silent claim of
the survivor’s note
ephemeral beauty
(c) Byung A. Fallgren
