Fresh as budding leaves
Unlike faulty human minds
No clouds are stale
Ephemeral yet
Silent achiever of many
Soothing
Cheering
Inspiring
Appear as a storybook for
An innocent or
A sketch of a
Stoic philosopher
Whisper
Roar then
Vanish or return home
To rise and renew
© Byung A. Fallgren
I’m back from a week getaway. Some of you might shake head
at the idea of vacationing with family-in-law. That was exactly
what I did, participating in the gathering of in-laws for the
most of the time. Some families have a few unpleasant characters,
like a grouch old man or a hot-tempered old lady who tend to
ruin the fun-time. It takes a well-rounded person to turn any
stinky situation into a sweet experience. At least some of us
try to be one.
This one room cabin is where Rick and I stayed.
Inside is better than it appears outside.
This building across the mud puddle is a restroom.
In the wee hour, in the soft rain, I would venture
outside of my cabin. Often I’d encounter a bush-tailed
fox or something with glowing eyes caught in my
flashlight.
I took this photo while driving back home. Just watching
the usual cloudscape above the green hill lifted me. Nice
addition to the end of the little vacation.
There are, of course, more interesting stories. But I would
keep them in my memory. Some stories shine when you
look back.
July 10, 2019
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Even well planned project
Suffer unexpected
Making it the most of it
Depends on how well
Adjusted we are
© Byung A. Fallgren
Believe what you want to believe, but keep your mind
open to other possibility.
–Byung A. Fallgren
Pebbly road
doesn’t always take us
to the forest imagined
but to the wintry
outland.
Settled in the shack on a hill,
we assess the milieu.
View of near-impossible
road back home
tests our ability of
adaptation.
Most of time we can see
the glimmer of home
only if we strive to walk
even on gossamer.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Hardship in early life makes you strong
in later life.
–Byung A. Fallgren
Tentacles of hacker hovers
Over the brainchild,
Swaddles it in the frost,
Old neighbor is moving
In the rain, leaving the
Nostalgic soul behind,
Moon hides behind the veil of
Fog sips through the
Dragon lady’s folded wing,
Drowns her in the night,
Sliver of light shines the gloom,
Like lover’s magic touch
on the ancient wound,
Lifts the blue, laconic,
I review the night
In a different light.
© Byung A. Fallgren
