little bird and the budding leaves listen to each other urgent message from Nature the whistling windows in the wee hour lone buck in the moonlight war invasion never a humanitarian purpose crying children in hunger and cold ©Byung A. Fallgren
pastel sky writes a letter
to the snow draped trees below
poem of winter silence
winter game in Beijing
the teen's dream shattered on ice
only she could revive it next season
as her son's wound closing
the winter road trip also lessens
some memory-worn road
©Byung A. Fallgren
Joy by Clarissa Scott Delaney Joy shakes me like the wind that lifts a sail, Like the loitering wind That laughs through stalwart pines. It floods me like the sun On rain drenched trees That flash with silvered green. I abandon myself to joy-- I laugh--and sing. Too long have I walked a desolate way, Too long stumbled down a maze bewildered.
In the Trust Her love butterfly wings in summer day; the fire in the snow. Her voice sun dust glow in the night; splinters of lake. Her tears for his wound; dying little creature; the soft touch of light opens the doubt of the garden gate. ©Byung A. Fallgren
I have been vexed by computer virus that makes some of my post(s)
disappear. In addition, WP editor doesn’t work well; why do they
change things that are working so well, only to make them worse?
The Weekly Avocet #480 is here.
This last only for a week.
mama duck to see her chicks
filled with joy and worry
like human, like duck
©Byung A. Fallgren
Health
youthhood health
a lion inside you
devours invaders
with the passing years
mechanism within goes awry
fallen leaves in summer
slow the hasty leaves
examine, fix the problems early
simple as the clear sky
©Byung A. Fallgren
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