She Wishes to be in the Wall

When teenager, she flew round the univerce,
charmed by the stars that fill her heart with
colorful dreams with bright patterns;
when twenties, she moved to the city where
her beloved dream, the fragile fledging nests;
she would not leave her side, even the
handsome lover has no power to keep her;
when thirties, and beyond, she is alone, but
enjoys to be with her dream, the true love;
sixties come around, to remind her to be
unshaken, with no tears, which only makes
her to love the furrows and loose fleshes,
within and without;
pushing seventy, she knows the only place she
would go to is in the wall, the silent and lofty wall,
to be with the other lonly, yet proud souls. 

©Byung A. Fallgren

The Horseshoe Creek

The dirt road stretched miles,
nearly two hours of bumpy ride.
what draws us there again and again?

The sitting black boulders on the hillside,
the twitching ears, slow-moving maws,
and the grayed cow-pies, the signs of life
of the boulders. The ghostly dwellings,
undying ladies of the Silver Mine in its hay days,
 
the tattered white curtains of the broken windows,
waving in the winds, welcome the passersby;
as the old school bell rings of silent call
for the shouting and laughing children.
a little yellow butterfly suddenly appears
flutters away ahead,
as the distant mountain of forests smiles,
like grandpa at the Senior Living Place.

Swoosh of clammers of the pines, and
cluck-cluck of wild turkeys sauntering near
by the creek that sings the deep water and
the hidden school of fish; simple, fresh feature
of the place, whirling deep sense of comfort;
the generous Mother Nature's rec. center;
we toss a line, have a picnic, and so on,
and leave, and come again, and again. 

©Byung A. Fallgren

Cat, Fence, and Autumn

wild grape vine
on the fence
caught 
on fire
in crimson

runaway cat
living
in the shrubs
ready 
to go home

© Byung A. Fallgren