Winter Juniper

On a windy January day,
talking to you
and sniffing at the berries,

surprised at your scent
fresh and sweet as summer's day!

©Byung A. Fallgren

winter gray evening
feeling down to the ground
writing to an old friend 
sudden sunlight fills in my heart
wakes the dozing Spring maiden 

©Byung A. Fallgren

Human Body and Mind, like children in need of discipline

After several months of suffering 
from insomnia, finally, it returned to normal;
practicing the right regiment worked,
I thought, but this time it goes oppositely: 

sleeping too much; like the more money 
we have, the more money we want.
Luckily, we have a choice 
 to control our minds.

©Byung A. Fallgren

Morning Where I Live

Oh, so much clamors
of Kaka-doodle-doo,
from across the pasture, urging:
wake up you dream-mongers;
time is flying ten years per your snooze.

Dogs barking at the usual old man
in the red cape,
walking with a yellow Labrador.
Blackbirds chirp wildly,
flying from tree to tree;
loneliness flies out of my window
to greet the world; cheers!

©Byung A. Fallgren

My Dead Relatives
Myrna Nieves

All my loved ones are gone

Those who inhabited my distant town

How I miss

Moment of glance
An enigmatic smile
That contagious laugh
The hand gently placed on a hip
The nodding head
The moment of empath
When I felt loved and accepted

My relatives

Pulsing of life that
Exploded in an instant
Then fade away
Twinkling, flickering
In the air of the times

I will join them one day
I will cross the veil
Between palm trees and flamboyance
I will hang them if they want me to
Or will watch them from afar

Now their memory
And sometimes a shadow passing by, gentle touch, tiny sounds

It’s what I share with them

They left a trace in my days
An unfathomable beauty
A slight sadness

My dead relatives

In effable testimonies
Of the love that permeates
Existence

(She is a writer, editor, and educator, born in Puerto Rico,
recipient of the Literary Award of the PEN Club of
Puerto Rico. )