strolling on the winter beach
prickly burls on my heel
seek for a warm home
recall the stray puppy
last Christmas eve
©Byung A. Fallgren
Author: Byungafallgren
Even the scarecrow…
harbors some star qualities:
silent grace, prince of witness,
discourages the thieves stealing
the gold nuggets,
life line of the strivers.
Shaken in indignation, tries to
find a merit in the caged ability;
if you cannot change it, love it.
What happened to the weeping
young man in downpour?
At the end of season, doubts
unanswered, quests half-fulfiled,
with the seeds of possibility,
dreams on.
©Byung A. Fallgren
like wind, like youth
wayward wind
indulges in
spirits of autumn leaves
like smart youth
befriends a wise old man
©Byung A. Fallgren
Zinnias
One autumn afternoon drive,
stopped by this field of zinnias,
my childhood favorite flowers
bring out the little faces from
the ancient memory,
now oldies, yet, in each petal
is the innocent face, deriding
my sentiment, questioning
the youthful departure,
demanding
to see the secret treasure box
not even exist, except my children
who reward me with wrinkles and
some laughs, turning away
from the pink faces,
hear the giggles and whispers,
just like the old days when
hide and seek on the hayloft. Say,
I’ve learned to hear song
even on stormy days.
©Byung A. Fallgren
no life’s insignificant
even a little berry
shines in the moment
of significance
when caught
in an ordinary lens
©Byung A. Fallgren
Frost within
Morning sun points to
the lingering image of
the night perched on
the snowy branch,
coxing, change,
change. The ancient
boulder shuts her eyes.
Not every change is
worthwhile; change for
the change’s sake entertains
devil. I’d go for a walk,
watch the wind swallow
the intrusive one,
let the golden beam
lifts the frost within.
©Byung A. Fallgren
pride
plain corn stock
in the field
of beautiful flowers
stands tall
proud sweet corn
©Byung A. Fallgren
November Lake (Gogyohka sequence)
Beneath the calm silver
brooding sentiments
of the passing season
soon to be freeze
for spring revival
Pondering clouds
atop of the mountain
awaits to be freed
as the morning stars
risen from the lake
Call of a loon
or a hidden bird
chides the insipid
November lake
longs for December
© Byung A. Fallgren
Happy Thanks Giving Day!
Happy Thanks Giving, Everyone!
–Byung A. Fallgren
Virtue of the outcasts
ugly pumpkin
bird-pecked apples
more delicious
than the fancy ones
sweet outcasts of autumn
©Byung A. Fallgren
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