bare tree limbs conduct
the sad song of Northern Wind
first snowflakes dance away

©Byung A. Fallgren

Tanka

for a good night's sleep
take melatonin and tea
but the sleep eludes
remember to add one thing
reading a poetry book also

©Byung A. Fallgren

Her Nails 

Of all the nails.
Her fingernails 
Are the loveliest,
Yet you regard it at the least.
Oval, pink, and neat;
In the heart; and great.
But they morph into something
You fear but should be bracing;
With no fear, raging sea, like peril,
When your force goes over the hill.

©Byung A. Fallgren

My four Haiku are published in this issue.
Thank you, Charles, Vivi, and Valerie, for taking the pieces.

Tanka

today or any day
why the sea reticent in green
as the corals grow pale
the sea horses hide in the weeds
dying fishes on the shore moan

©Byung A. Fallgren

Tanka
(without syllable count)

last night
insomnia dead
slept all night
wake up at dawn
and plan to travel

(with syllable count)

to see the sibling
in a hundred somber years
I try to look good
alas, the old age doesn't allow me
why care? Just be as I am

©Byung A. Fallgren

My poem What Raven Tells You and Raven, the memory are published in this issue.
Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valeri, for taking the pieces.

–Byung A.

More Haiku

blacktop road
glistens with melting snow
mirrored sky 

some leaves skid
after the street sweeper
always more to do

©Byung A. Fallgren

Two Haiku

the first snow descends
busy cleaning the dust-ridden air
cool election day mood

leaves under the snow
wait for the snow to melt away
falling is not fun

©Byung A. Fallgren 

Winter

is the time not to hibernate
but stay indoors to catch up 
to learn the wise ones in the book,
to grow a less painful garden.

I stand in the window often,
eyes skipping, gliding, as the leaves
on the street frolic or fly, forgetting
everything, like the retirees.
My feet itch to go out,
as the brain flags restraint.

Why not start the ski lesson
given up long ago.
The brain shivers even to consider it;
the neck stiffens at the thought.

Just go for a short walk.
I bundle up with a coat and a scarf;
step into the dozing-deep snow in the sun,
and let the bossy Bailey lead the way. 

©Byung A. Fallgren