Siblings

We are like the fingers on our hand;
when an echo from the mountain calls 
you, our ears perk, our nose twitch,
until we know you are still in the sun.

We are the petals of the flower;
we shudder in unison in the rain,
we smile at the touch of the sun.

When we begin to fall, one by one, in the wind
of time, we shed tears celebrating our lives,
until the last one to go. Wish to come back
as we were; petals of the flower;
year after year.

©Byung A. Fallgren 

At the Mountain Trail

While he's looking for the key,
she's running from the car to nearby pines;
back and forth, back and forth.

Trees and wind whisper,
What's on her weird behavior;
why can't she enjoy running ahead?
fear of being attacked? By what?
Mountain lion, or human? 

Both, she thinks,
for the beast is human is beast;
wish the beast is flower;
human is butterfly;

as a child, she once thought.
silly, thought then;
now, blue and true. 

©Byung A. Fallgren

Before

You smile on the first day 
leads to the proposal to join the "Family",
as you call it.
Thanks, but making such a bond,
I don't easily do.

Since that day, I hear you
in the tree's murmurs;
in the wind; or gabbing sparrows.

Then, you appear
in the swirl of dust and leaves,
and say "Family!"

I smile and say "Friend, perhaps, 
a young friend."
reluctantly you nod.

I add, "Wish us to be polite and light;
on the muddy hill or in the rain;
in the sun and sunless days.

©Byung A. Fallgren

  

some buds are ready
to see the world, some not
just like human

neighbors emerge from 
their winter confinement to wave hello
spring greetings

©Byung A. Fallgren

10 Poetic Forms by Byung A. Fallgren is published in this weekly journal. 
Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valerie for taking the piece.  

Getting Something while idling

going for a ride
to the village
to the hamlet
no particular reason
just for serendipity

©Byung A. Fallgren

What darkness also conjures

In the backyard evening settled,
I stretch my arms over my head,

take a deep breath, and exhale "Ko-ho--"
a sudden grunt from the nearby dark slope,

"Thuh-u-uh!"
on the back of my neck the hair stand.

An animal hurries down the hill then stops
in the midway, to glance at me.

revealed in the light is none other than 
my friend buck.

"Scared you?" to my voice,
toward me, he slowly moves;

the fear and joy; at the twilight, the twin;
he absorbs my smile,

learn one more of our being
in the dark.

©Byung A. Fallgren

Another Winter

chill outside
nothing
moves here
but snowflakes
and the writer's pen

war in winter
should
be forbidden
frozen refugees
long for spring

©Byung A. Fallgren

Driving along the road
glance at the frozen lake
the pending plan

©Byung A. Fallgren