Color of beginning
Is silver green
Of youthful dream
Color of end
Is thoughtful magenta
Of wise old soul
We begin with fanfare
End with silent prayer
Insatiable lust
Spirit of returning
As strong and
Resilient as ocean wave

©Byung A. Fallgren

windblown paper
troublesome articles
same as yesterdays
yet bloodshot eyes
looking for you

©Byung A. Fallgren

Winter beach harbors
prickly stowaways
tugging at the scarf
windblown, like burls,

like humans, despair,
try to remove them,
and get a little surprise,
red bead of bleeding soul.

© Byung A. Fallgren

like the sun glow
on the last leaf
wordless winter
harbors
hundreds wishes

© Byung A. Fallgren

Jubilant voices,
laughter of season
silenced in the soft beam,

you and I exchange
smile in subdued
passion of old couple,

tears of desolation brief,
I praise your drawing
on the steel grey water,
you chuckle at me dancing
waving my bare arms,

wishing the best for our
friends, we draw and
dance more in the
bleak winter days.

©Byung A. Fallgren

on the shadowed hill
winter sun
chases the late afternoon
as the stroller
retrieves the passion

© Byung A. Fallgren

Enduring dry chill
Like soldier, when
I was on
Point of regress,
She came to imbue me
An idea of
Her methodical journey
To rise.
I watch as she slowly
Vanishes.
Game of time,
Law of tyrant.
Some efforts to
Hold is
Gripping onto wind.

© Byung A. Fallgren

nothing
grows on winter tree
a false assertion
sometimes quasi truth
curves your belief

© Byung A. Fallgren

Retreat and ponder
the surge from highland,
venture up the hill where
the days of longing,
curiosity mirrored,
youthful fantasy
evaporated, reach for

the sky, wave with envy
at the birds. Comply to
the time of withdrawal,
grateful to the season for
the opportunity. Ceaseless
desire, watch the land ling
grow, wither,

wait for next swell–glee!

© Byung A. Fallgren

footprint in winter soil
memory of yesterday
silent claim of
the survivor’s note
ephemeral beauty

(c) Byung A. Fallgren