We settled down
between the mossy
rocks where
animal droppings
lay beneath
our cones and twigs,
envisioning
the new saplings

in spring, hopeful
they’ll reach sky someday,
let the stars snuggle
on the tree tops,
swinging in the
pine scented breeze–
dream blooms
in the humble milieu.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

Despite
the blame for
written and
spoken word
it’s what has been
binding us
together from
ancient time
We chew and digest it
to nourish
our relationship
bloom

by Byung A. Fallgren

True success
is not the goal
achieved but
how you did
to accomplish it.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

We dreamed of
our reunion
all winter long,

and here we are,
looking at each other
in silent glee.
Hear the sob of joy

in the sweet breeze,
in the stream of
melting snow, exited
for our ensemble

in the days to come,
even the stars pause on the hill
with envy. Bless our carefree nature,
autumn frost and winter snowstorm
are needful villains for our survival.
Just celebrate this wonderful season
of our time together.

©by Byung A. Fallgren

In the pool of our thoughts
some are hazy, reluctant to be
crystalized, cowering in the
deep consciousness yet with
a glim of possibility, like seeds buried
in the earth a bit too deep that

needs soft rain and time,
they hide in silence as
we explore round other ideas.
We cultivate our minds,

broaden the scope of perspective, only then
do the hidden thoughts surface as
gems and we value our continued endeavor
for new knowledge to create, to turn
what seems to be trite into something fresh.

by Byung A. Fallgren

Sunday afternoon
at the remote lake,
we teased naive fish,
listened to the
gabbing water at the shore,
laughing birds at the sparkling water–
love relationship with the nature unbroken.
On our ride back home, jealous rain pours
down, blinding us, while monster
trucks zoomed by, dumping more water
on the windshield,
his white knuckle around the wheel, then
sudden dazzling sunlight, we smile at the
vagary of Mother Nature, thrill, fun we
could’ve missed had we stayed home–
renewed appreciation for
the bountiful outdoors.

by Byung A. Fallgren

Perched on the bare tree with
sunshine by my side,
I dream of spring–
childhood habit, learning
spring comes only to fly away,
like unfaithful friend, tantalizing,
the void in the beauty of the season,
I’ll fill my empty room with the
tender greens and sweet scent of
May to keep the time a bit longer,
to indulge in her warmth.
High up in the tree, I perceive
wider and deeper world, smarter
not to dwell on foolish yesterday,
getting prepared for the coming season
to live fully, to leave with no regret.

©by Byung A. Fallgren