Golden leaves
Ripened seeds
redeem
what’s lost
in the first frost

Grand kids’ photos
Anticipation for
holiday gathering
redeem
her winter blue

During winter I often suffer from the winter blue.  I looked
around to find some solution without medication and found
some pleasant photos to look at.  Nature photos, especially,
grandkids’ photos are always pleasing.  Who doesn’t? I’ll see
them at the family gathering for Thanks Giving.  🙂

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Clouds of the sins
brood in the twilight
Let them all be absorbed
into the setting sun
be purified as the Earth shifts
rise before the morning sun
as mists of cleansing
upon the impure souls
Sunset glows
as if a precious moment of the day
reminds the forgetful
before bidding a goodnight
We are thankful
for the gift of the day
With the twilight we retire
to our rooms
dream of the morning
in its eternal sunbeams

(by Byung A. Fallgren. Photo by Collin A. Maag.)

A family of three
stand in the corner
of the street on a Sunday
Dry leaves whirl
round their feet
Until the day
no homeles ones
are on the streets
we don’t feel our nation
is rich or great

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

We are born
to be climbers
with ambition
as high as stars
while some wallow
in the bottom
or somewhere in between
As the end of
the season nears
our arrogance dwindles
acknowledging that
we all are achievers of sorts

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

The windows used to be clear
as his eyes reflect his wife and son
and the world beyond them
before the devil’s breath swept
away everything, leaving behind
the shattered dreams
Remnant of yesterday’s misfortune
awaits in silence
as he ponders about
what needs to be done
to return to when
everything was in order
in the sunbeams from
the clear window through which
he used to see his dreams
He assures himself
where something’s broken
there is hope

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)

i was startled awoken by a strange ding,
eyes wide open, head half asleep
what was that?
The sound hangs in the air like a giant spider,
pulsating in the dark

Stars of e-devices watch in silence
Close eyes to get back to the lost sleep,
curiosity squirming about the ding
as if an echo from a bad day

Low hum of the neighbor’s garage door opening
followed by the sound of car drives away,
the barking dog, beeping trash-pickup truck

Wide awake, open the Inbox to find a love letter
from a young man, politely asking my age
Re:  Old enough to be your mother

Another ding from the iPhone!
The message reads:  “…there’s nothing like finding
perfect app or game.”
Some message at 5:30 a.m.

The dawn meets the morning light
as the Earth sighs, rotating, apprehensive
for the unpredictable human affairs, yet aspirant
So the day starts, a bit different from yesterday,
wintry scent in the air, calm and hopeful.

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

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I don’t need approval
for what I enjoy doing
but getting it is nice
like a bouquet
of encouragement

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

I’ve learned to fly
against the flow
now and then
to avoid the attraction
disguised in beauty
beyond the horizon
where many gather,
misguided
only to return,
broken hearted
that could consume
years to recover, wasted,
precious time undoable
I’ve learned to fly against the flow
not to follow the blinded flock

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)

I’ve feared, now and then, my patience
to overcome the plague will snap

and my tenacity that sustained me
for so long will be vain

yet deep inside, a sliver of hope
squirms to break the calloused bark
and sprout to see the light

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo by Collin Andrew Maag.)

Rough as ancients
we sought our way
to refine ourselves
between stormy waves
Result is a delight

*
Sometimes we come upon
a startling beauty of art
rendered by Nature
The distant, beckoning mountain
the mirror-like, calm water
the rainbow pebbles in the water
the clouds that simulate the colors of pebbles
the single leaf kisses
What a masterful composition!
And It is free for us to see.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Photo from Lucy’s Shop on Line.)