Afternoon by the River

After shopping,
grab the sandwich,
go to the riverside bench and eat;
eyes on the river pregnent with spring,

so much to do 
in the days to come;
the branch nods to the gibberish robin;
as the sun showers over the trees.

Time to come, time to leave;
why feel as if an invisible hand on my back;
no one but the passing wind, sun and the river.  


©Byung A. Fallgren

The Couple of Birds on the Pink bough

Within the pink world,
sweet smell and cozy;
he leans to her, yawns, and closes eyes.

She nudges; don't be so lazy, dear,
hawk's eyes are magnet to us.

Ah, he murmurs, have a faith in the blossoms,
while their magic lasts; like the lone house,
stands unscathed in the ruins of the twister.

I'll keep an eye open for you;

flowers and magics are whims of wind;
my love is the root of a tree. 


©Byung A. Fallgren 

My poem Invisible Cloud is published in The Weekly Avocet,  #542, Earth Day 
April 22nd, 2023. Thank you, editors for taking my poems. 

April Haiku

on a sunny April day
sun glitters ride on the ripples
no fisherman catches them

Nature has no bias
white pelicans and gray gees
swim side by side

floating ice 
remnants of winter
pushed to the shore


©Byung A. Fallgren

Pondering on Saving Earth

Climate change, everyone's concern,
but we wonder what to do; might 
these be halpful:
use natural gas instead of coal;
stop rainforests from vanishing;
walk or use a bike whenever possible, etc.

As to protecting our water source:
use the pesticide as less as possible;
do not throw used water with house cleaning
chemical agent on the lawn;
replace the lawn grass that require a lot of water
with other grass that need less water;
with some research, you can find one that fits
your liking. 

Polar bears, if they are in trouble, 
their ecosystems is in trouble; fewer of
them could lead to an over population
of sears, which threatens the fish population--
our food source. 

Protect other endangered species: tigers, 
saltmarsh sparrows, etc.

Cut down on plastics, if not eliminate it, 
and save millions of marine lives.


This Saturday, April 22 is Earth Day.  Happy Earth Day!
visit EarthDay2023.com to learn more. 

--Byung A.

We Watch

The girl with a nose ring,
watches from afar, longingly,

came closer--nearly--to say:
"You know what? I am short listed!"

I gave her pat on the head, said,
"Keep up the good work, sweetie."


©Byung A. Fallgren

Sometimes

I feel as if, I've lived for years in an outland,
just returned home; everywhere strangers,
myself a hundred-years-old tree.
the next door children, now parents of their children.
only the old man walking the dog, same as before;
the man whose heart monitor wouldn't let him relax,
has to move and move, except the night
when asleep; a little evidence that

most in the world, not a hundred percent good or
bad; why worry so much?
How 'bout be little like the little creature
snuggles on the petal and asleep, let the God
decide its fate of waking, in an enemy's belly.

Absurd, you might scoff, but i need it now, or
might lose more. 


©Byung A. Fallgren

Bejeweled Promise 

The gray cloud threats;
Red and blue beauties 
On the plane promises
Of the hope as many as
The bejeweled petals.

©Byung A. Fallgren




 

unlike the last March

two years ago with heap of snow

this mild March stirs hope


©Byung a. Fallgren

Aunt

She was sick and nowhere to go, Mother said. So
she came to us, her brother's home. Most of her days
she sat in her room, looking out the door at us, little kids
in our room looking at her thin face, with wry smile, for
hugs were not allowed; only hello and blown kiss.

Wearing her shame, like a thick, bruised skin,
the possibility of spreading the disease to the loved ones,
she wished her days were brief; she would wait for the day
she could rest, beneath the snow of the backyard mound.

After she had gone, Mother came down with the aunt's 
breath and fever; worried for us; blamed the aunt's gift that
would bring the doom home; we all were wrapped in her shadow.

To this day, we siblings have been free of the aunt's 
feverish breath; wish it would stay that way, like the days
of the vanished wind. Aunt's ghost smiles like the olden days,
when she could play with us kids.

©Byung A. Fallgren