
wayward wind
indulges in
spirits of autumn leaves
like smart youth
befriends a wise old man
©Byung A. Fallgren

wayward wind
indulges in
spirits of autumn leaves
like smart youth
befriends a wise old man
©Byung A. Fallgren

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

even a little berry
shines in the moment
of significance
when caught
in an ordinary lens
©Byung A. Fallgren

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

plain corn stock
in the field
of beautiful flowers
stands tall
proud sweet corn
©Byung A. Fallgren

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, Everyone!
–Byung A. Fallgren

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