The Day After Thanksgiving

Generous food,
Greetings, and thanks
Cools as the day wanes.
Spotty naps under the table,
Giblets he has gobbled up,
Gizzard Daddy ate,
Dance in his dream.
Gobbles of turkey
Promises next season,
As gratuity still fresh
With lingering laughter and
Images of
Relatives and friends,
Next door dog howls, lonely,
He waits for his master’s return.
Only if he knew: people tend to
Appreciate their pets more than
Fellow humans and things
They have, except
Thanksgiving day, and
We wonder, “Why?”

©Byung A. Fallgren

The Enhancer 

She found it, the male enhancer
For her husband. She hopes it
Would bring back the lost muscle
In the wings of their marriage,
Carry her back to the land
Where they once danced
Nightly tango in the scent of
Hundred of roses of youth.
Would it? She pauses in doubt,
For youth has long been nothing
But the vanished cloud.
Still, there’s a hope, she nods
In recognition of another youth
Called wisdom grows with her age
Like guardian angel of home.
Male enhancer, merely a drop of
honey in the cup of coffee.

© Byung A. Fallgren

Winter Morning

silence
of winter gray
echoes the bare trees
wind chime from somewhere
angel’s song

(c) Byung A. Fallgren

The Weekly Avocet – #363 
My poem Pinecones Dream has been included in The Weekly Avocet magazine,
on page 8. To read it click on the link above.

–Pyong A.

Green Grass on the White Road

Green watercolor paint splashed
On the snowy road ahead.
I stepped on the brake to get a closer look,
Amazed to see the large patch of
Green grass. Emerald vivid.
Yet they were lifeless,
Finely shredded.

Another surprise–
Dismembered little hooves!
Anything else gone, including the container
Which had been enjoyed
The precious meal.

Shredded grass and the little hooves
Danced in my nightmare.
I would turn that sentiment into
A warning flag and plant it
In the careless driver’s conscience.
© Byung A. Fallgren

Mountain Brook Cattail

Memory of swamp days
Make me wonder,

If mountain stream is better
than the swamp for me.

The clean brook flows by,
tossing at me a funny look.

I miss the marsh-smell of the old swamp.

© Byung A. Fallgren

Freezing October

White coveralls
Thrown on
Blue spruce and
Golden cottonwood
Concerned Mother Nature

© Byung A. Fallgren