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Misscarage

~ Byungafallgren ~ 4 Comments 
Miscarriage
Christine Steward-Nunez

Gauzy film between 
evergreens is a web

of loss. Get closer. Reach
to touch the shimmering 

gossamer and your finger
pushes through. Remember

filling that space with desire?
someone else might grieve

the spider who abandoned 
this home; others grow anxious

waiting for a deer for a week
to wreck it. But you--

you grieve the net of thought 
span inside your own womb:

intricate and glossy and strong.





Winter

~ Byungafallgren ~ 6 Comments 
Winter

is the time not to hibernate
but stay indoors to catch up 
to learn the wise ones in the book,
to grow a less painful garden.

I stand in the window often,
eyes skipping, gliding, as the leaves
on the street frolic or fly, forgetting
everything, like the retirees.
My feet itch to go out,
as the brain flags restraint.

Why not start the ski lesson
given up long ago.
The brain shivers even to consider it;
the neck stiffens at the thought.

Just go for a short walk.
I bundle up with a coat and a scarf;
step into the dozing-deep snow in the sun,
and let the bossy Bailey lead the way. 

©Byung A. Fallgren