Late August
icy warmth of late August
the wind has quenched the fires
of ephemeral dandelions,
beryl drops of blood
trickle down the boughs,
return
to their invisible roots —
the cambric air is drenched in
honeysuckle fragrance,
stealthy leaves
flavescent
among the pink petals.
D. G. Vachal © 2013, 2024
Image by Jesper Norkenborg @pixabay
Love Haiku 16:18
16
so distant my love
vast are the ocean waters
ours the velvet skies
17
your resonant voice
sound of a longing cello
sparrow’s evening song
18
pathway in moonlight
leads to our familiar hills
trees dance in the night
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Addesia @pixabay
Morning Rain
Morning rain and I think of you again
when lavender light breaks open
the ebony sky —
bridal veil envelops the garden air,
magenta myrtle blooms skyward,
powder blue hydrangeas speckle
the moist ground,
scarlet geranium petals blaze
against the sea-green mist —
subtle
are the days
when seasons turn,
yet still
no matter the peculiar moments,
when morning rain arrives
I think of you again.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Draconian Images @pixabay
Our Love is Summer’s Fullest Day
awaken with willow warblers at dawn,
pastel ribbons upon dewy grass,
half-awake, half-forgetting dreams
the night before —
faint morning hunger that must be fed,
pearls of light glinting through the windows,
coffee percolates, aroma of baked bread,
warmth served on a round table —
the afternoon oxen plow the hardened soil,
sweat upon the brow, blackbirds
bicker as bees
fierce hunger under the heightened sun —
when cools the twilight down,
softer the laughter and the sighs,
content to hunger at suppertime
our love is summer’s fullest day.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Guvo59 at Pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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