Her stay brief, yet
brightens the corner
where even the
sunbeam
can’t reach,
absorbs the
winter vestige of
yesterday’s gloom,
quite an achievement
in such a short time,
one blushes for
underachievement.
She whispers,
“All differ depend on
your perspective.”

by Byung A. Fallgren

Little bells and
soft umbrellas,
sweet music bounces
among the tender leaves,
brightens the lackluster soul.

© by Byung A. Fallgren

When we were little
you fell on the icy pond,
wouldn’t get up, crying.
My word, I won’t help you.
It pricks me even now,
the premonitory word,
now that I live in the far land
where everyone wants to go
yet I haven’t helped you
make your home near me.
I’ve mailed you an amethyst
bracelet, a token of my love.
Your response, balmy spring.
Sisterly love transcends
the amethyst bracelet, sweeter
than the aroma of lilac bloom.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

For whom the apple tree blooms
on the empty homestead?
Not you or me but
the perished spirits by the tornado of
yesterday singing in the wind.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

We settled down
between the mossy
rocks where
animal droppings
lay beneath
our cones and twigs,
envisioning
the new saplings

in spring, hopeful
they’ll reach sky someday,
let the stars snuggle
on the tree tops,
swinging in the
pine scented breeze–
dream blooms
in the humble milieu.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

Despite
the blame for
written and
spoken word
it’s what has been
binding us
together from
ancient time
We chew and digest it
to nourish
our relationship
bloom

by Byung A. Fallgren

True success
is not the goal
achieved but
how you did
to accomplish it.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

We dreamed of
our reunion
all winter long,

and here we are,
looking at each other
in silent glee.
Hear the sob of joy

in the sweet breeze,
in the stream of
melting snow, exited
for our ensemble

in the days to come,
even the stars pause on the hill
with envy. Bless our carefree nature,
autumn frost and winter snowstorm
are needful villains for our survival.
Just celebrate this wonderful season
of our time together.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

In the pool of our thoughts
some are hazy, reluctant to be
crystalized, cowering in the
deep consciousness yet with
a glim of possibility, like seeds buried
in the earth a bit too deep that

needs soft rain and time,
they hide in silence as
we explore round other ideas.
We cultivate our minds,

broaden the scope of perspective, only then
do the hidden thoughts surface as
gems and we value our continued endeavor
for new knowledge to create, to turn
what seems to be trite into something fresh.

by Byung A. Fallgren