To All my friends, 
I am announcing with a heavy heart that I am leaving Word Press. I might return again, but not sure when it will be. 
It has been fun thanks to all of your support. This site will continue on exist until it expires. Sometimes, I will check the posts
and read. 

With a hope to come back later, 
 
Byung Fallgren

little bird on the tree
thinks it is the budding leaf
Spring desires all

©Byung A. Fallgren

This has been published in The Weekly Avocet 697.
Thank you, Charles, Vivian, for taking this piece.

Dandelion & Iris

like good friends
forget
each other's fault
just enjoy
being a good company

©Byung A. Fallgren

The Relic of the Grandmother

In the Corner of the back yard
near the chicken coop
a cream-colored, aged Cadillac 
rests, enconsed among the grass.

Despite the rusts here and there,
inside, it appears cozy, with a tan
blanket and a downy pillow, bearing 
the memories of her;

the starry nights and the days
of the flower girl; all too vivid.
now, joking and laughing about 
the relic, with her finace, and the children, 
 the memory will fade; under the heavy air and 
the dust of the time. Now and then, 
it steals her glance; that also will fade
into the once favorite star in the darkness.

©Byung A. Fallgren