My three haiku are published in The Weekly Avocet #536. Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valerie for taking the pieces.
Poetry
March
March reluctant spring watches from the distance like hesitant neighbor's cat the broken tulip by the deer last spring still dreams in the frozen soil ©Byung A. Fallgren
Spring Tree Song
My poem, Spring Tree Song has been accepted to be published in the Avocet, a Journal of Nature Poetry, printed issue, Spring 2023. Thank you, Charles, Vivian and Valerie for taking this piece.
Shades of the Night
Shades of the Night Her brother slipped away from the days of dreams and pains, unbeknown to her; while reading or thinking of the book "Story of Buddha" he gave her long ago. Every evening, her sister would send her the lovely pictures; her tears would drown in the sea of the encouraging lines, from abroad; but it could not stop her worry for her daughter moans of her life. she'd walk in the dream, listening to the beggar or robber; he'd kill if he doesn't get the money. The dirge from the radio woke her. Wind howls at the crescent moon; melting ice jeers; drink the tea of moon drop. ©Byung A. Fallgren
Winter Berries, the Crow
Winter Berries, the Crow Red clusters of the seeds of dream; silent screams of time gone too soon, hanging from the bear branches; soft snow's empathy; lone crow ponders, if this beauty is what death looks like. He listens to the spirits of the season gone, in the nature, in the human voices that always gives him shiver, in the drifting snow from the pine trees, too profound to chew and swallow. He pecks the little berry; surprised by the firm grip on the community of its world; tilt his head, gaze more, feels the knot in his heart, with sudden yearning, he takes off. ©Byung A. Fallgren
The Weekly Avocet and more
My three poems, Depletion of Ozone Layer, Global Warming, Protecting Water source are published in this issue. Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valeri for taking my poems. Byung A.
Night Haiku
Night Haiku in the wee hours two owls hoot to each other wise winter night it happens at midnight a screech owl flies by my house shrills the climate change moon hides in the tree as rabbit skids on the ice spring won't be here soon ©Byung A. Fallgren
Winter Haiku
Winter Haiku no birds are flying but the drifting snow everywhere deep winter is here green juniper's branch sticks out through the snow on it what is going on the town under the snow so quiet, it is picturesque lone rabbit hops round under the deep snow nothing seems moving, even trees why the wind howls so clouds seem to tell us looking at the deep snow here put it to good use ©Byung A. Fallgren
January, Mother’s temper
January, Mother's temper Twenty-five below zero has brought six-inch snow; was only days ago, days later, it rains; thirty-seven degrees, warm breath of impatient spring. Who says only human can display uneven temper; Mother startles us with hers. We only pray she plays benign. Or should we say we check on our habit provoking her; we've done enough. Listen to the cracking, artic ice in the January rain; sea of the jagged pieces ice; bleeding polar bear. The red setting sun shudders; echoes in our heart. We whisper to the sun: we try hard. January rain sobs, silent cry; we listen, listen more. Mother begs: dig out the muscle in the cove of your heart. ©Byung A. Fallgren
Four Haiku
Four Haiku in the mirror I see an old monkey time is wicked daydream all day writing in the evening tonight, lost sleep feeling guilt writhing on the couch all day old habit no more clouds talk to each other see the snow down there on earth job done for today ©Byung A. Fallgren
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