Have you seen a bird that tries to communicate with you?
I have. On a barmy day of May, while picking up some rocks,
this bird, chirping wildly, came near to me and started acting
as though it were sitting on its nest, still chirping and looking
at me. I didn’t know what she was trying to say. What’s wrong
with you, birdy? My hubby explained that she has a nest in the
shrub nearby and is trying to tell us not to disturb it.
Don’t worry, birdy, I said, but she continued doing the protest.
Not only that, she even chirped to her partner, who was watching
us at a distance. And he, too, started doing the same act as she did.
Ah ha! We slowly went to our car. Oh-ho-ho, the female bird
uttered as if to say, Thanks for leaving us alone. I was astounded
by her courageous act of getting so close to the humans and telling them
that they are disturbing their not-yet-hatched chicks!
–Byung

silent sky
as morning fogs lifts
two doves fly

Wait until It Grows Roots
Tasfia Faizullah

The plant trimming requires no
less than its water to be changed weekly. I
ask my friend who gifted it to me: when will
I be able to transfer it into soil? She has never
tod me anything but the truth. I don't shut 
the window blinds now; my plant friend loves 
the suntoo much. I've been leaving the the doors 
open too; the spirits flit move friendlynow. Yes, 
of course. I'm afraid of death, but no less so
my own life. A friend can bring you 
back to sweeter senses. 

Tarfia Faizullah is the author of two poetry collections
In 2019, she was named a USA Artist Fellow. She lives in
Dallas.  

Bereavement is the source of Beauty 
  Han Yong-un (1879-1944)

Bereavement is the source of beauty.
The beauty of bereavement cannot be found 
   either in the priceless gold of the morning,
      or in the threadless black velvet of night.

Nor can it be found immortal life, nor in an unfolding 
blue sky.
Beloved, without bereavement, after the tears in 
agony of death,

How could I find life and laughter again?
Oh, oh, beauty is the child of bereavement. 

Han Yong-un was born August 29, 1879, in Korea.
A Buddhist monk, poet, and critic of the Japanese colonial rule of Korea from 1910 to 1945.  

In Her Fading Voice

I used to hear her in the drying river;
In the dwindling artic ice;
In the eyes of the ozone layer, as the tear drops.
Then her voice is fading.

I remember my mother's weakened voice when ill;
So the Gaea is in dire health. When I wander around in my dream, 
Thinking about what to do,
I hear her voice: Water issue; Global warming, the ozone layer.

They remind us:
1. Keep the Water Sources Safe, like protecting our children
Or, the food;  don't pour the hazardous wastets down the drain,
On the ground, into the storm sewers; this could foul the soil;
Ground water and surface water.

2. The ozone layer protects us from too much of 
the ultraviolet radiation from the sun, the Earth's Sunscreen.

3. Global Awarming: greenhouse gases warm the Earth by
Absorbing energy. And slow the speed at which the energy
Escapes to space;
They act like the blanket.
It heats the Earth.

Plants absorb carbon dioxide from atmosphere. 
Restoring vanishing forests helps stop climate change.
Protect Mother Earth, protect us.    

Some buds are ready
to begin their world, some not
just like human