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

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

© Byung A. Fallgren

We usually walk alone,
savoring the purposeful
loneliness, mind private
affairs woven in
complicated web,

tread on the chosen line,
toward the point of
renewal, keeping an eye
on self-invited
companion raping

vulnerable brain.
We walk together with
opined moon and the
dancing lamp light,
yet we walk alone.

© Byung A. Fallgren

boulders and pines
reciprocate
with moisture
and shade
like good neighbors

©Byung A. Fallgren