In the Wind


My wings are vulnerable to the cold wind
as my heart bleeds for the estranged lover
The only strength in me is butterfly instinct
that guides me in the wind

I live by the rule of Nature,
enjoy being me, my ability
as the shrubs grow, loving sun
with joy of providing the shelter
to the weary one

It’s getting dark and the wind
bellows in the juniper,
me clinging onto the leaf for my life,
amazed by the sudden change
as if our separation isn’t enough a pain

I fear the long night, predators,
the lady with a camera

After the windy night
will come the warm morning light

When my wings warm again
I’ll fly to her, my dream; it won’t be vain

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)


Living in Present


As we walk along the trail of time
our past disappear behind the knoll
of oblivion, yet reminders are everywhere
in the pebbles along sides of the road
in the silent waves of black eye Suzan
and reticent hills
We try to ignore them, getting busy
with our routine lives, yet at night

they sneak into our closed eyes,
demanding to resolve what’s in doubt
They vanish into the morning light of
wisdom, letting us flow with time,
appreciating what we have rather than
brooding over what we lost
Passion also dwindles with spring butterflies
and withering petals, leaving the past behind,
still, healthy enthusiasm remains

our paces become lighter and surefooted
from here to the end of the trail of our time

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)



Like Lady Like Lilac

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She’s a resurrection of the lady
from the olden memory
soft yet amethystine,
passionate, unassuming,
dreamed through hurricane
and blizzard, unbroken

Her fragrance cleanses the night air
like she used to spray air fresher
her invisible mist of scent reaches out
to sooth seasonal hive
to lift weary spirit

Her resilient comebacks with dainty bloom,
an inspiration for one to walk on
even a gossamer for desire

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)





Fruitless days
wither the spirit as
toxic fume to the lung
At the edge sudden
wisdom sparks


There is only one success…to be able to spend your life in your way,
and not to give others absurd maddening claim upon it.

–Christopher Morley

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)


In the Frost

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she’s trapped in
the jealous lover’s
frozen breath
and waits for him
warm up
maybe she’s reluctant to
renew herself in fear
what the outcome
will be like



Like a little savior she came,
filling my heart with love
Her baby-cry as if we were total strangers
wouldn’t let me hold her even a moment
I laughed, for she’ll grow out of it,
yet tried all the trick to win her smile, to no avail
The day she left with Mama and Daddy,
filling the house with emptiness
I counted for her next visit,
looking around the room,
reminiscing about her short stay,
found the little bear and rattler she left
behind–the baby scented memento!


(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog)