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

My poems, Even the Leaves; While Walking in the Trail; and Haiku are published in this 
Weekly Avocet. Thank you, Charles, Vivian, and Valerie, for taking these pieces. 
--Byung

Winter Song
Wilfred Owen

the browns, the olives, and yellow died,
and were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each down and set of sun till Christmas tide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed.
Fell back, and down the snow drifts flowed and flowed.

From off your face, into the wind of winter,
The sun-blown and summer-gold are blowing;
But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter,
When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing,
and through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.

Wilfred Owen, born on March 18, 1893, in England, was a
poet of the First World War. He died November 4, 1918. 

Rising from the Night

nothing
is serious
to kill,
let go
and go well

In Loving the Insomnia

wee hours
in the night
comes 
easily
hard answer

Choosing

of all 
the terrible voices
a few
can be worthy
of consideration

©Byung A. Fallgren

I've lost Internet connection for days until before now. 

A good news for a change: The Avocet accepted my poems
January, Mother's Temper, Winter Berries, the Crow; They will
be published in The Avocet, Winter issue, 2023. 
Thank you Charles, Vivian, Valerie for accepting theses pieces. 

--Byung A. 

Negotiating the Nightmare Demon

When it spits
the red words and bully you,

catch them with a net
and trash them,

if it growls and unfold the claws,
declaw them with a mighty hack,

for the claws regrow and demand
for a piece of gold,

tell it "With a good reason and
a fine attitude get a grain."

©Byung A. Fallgren
 

Random Poem

Kid dreams,
Dad tells his son,
Be anything but kid scum.

You have tried everything
But failed to buy your house?
No good excuse for joining organized crime.

©Byung A. Fallgren

The Imitator of the Wave

Ocean waves go to
the beach, home
of sand shore,
uninvited,
for it is only virtue
of nature;
and it is not only beautiful
to see but also deliver us
things from afar:

wastes, hidden matters, only we can
decide what to do with them. 

But you, 
not a wave,
thinking creature,
dare to copy the ocean waves;

only to
surprise
the dweller?
what else more?
would not want any more,
for the core seem hollow as the mind.

©Byung A. Fallgren