Love Haiku 43:45
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Blazing white sunlight
tanned feet stroll the golden sands
your strong arms, my warmth
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palm fronds dance and sway
zephyrs and soft gentle rain
your face, my shelter
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sunset bids farewell
peach and pink turn indigo
your eyes, my starlight
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by PhillipCSpence@pixabay
Nature’s Chase
In the ivory warmth of summer
while frogs croak among the lily pads
and rustling leaves make harp-like music,
two squirrels scamper in a sprint
one behind the other:
scurrying sounds, a tangled mass of fur,
a frenzied steeple chase
across freshly mown grass,
then up the leaf-laden tree branches
and down again,
vanish into the swampy woods —
In the utmost heat of summer’s day
while orange-winged cicadas buzz and whine
and nikko blue hydrangeas droop from drought,
two swallows break forth in ecstatic flight
one behind the other:
chirps and gurgles, a tangled mass of feathers,
ferris wheels in the air
as they traverse gabled roofs,
alight leaf-laden tree branches
and up again,
vanish into the azure sky —
Have you witnessed nature’s chase?
There is a time
for playful pursuit,
a time
for slowing down,
to gaze into each other’s eyes,
walk hand in hand,
vanish
into the emerald forest.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Flo222 @pixabay
A Summer Remembrance
at the end of daytime fever
I hear the thunder
rumbling in the distance
a forgotten song from long ago —
is it you, my lost love,
your beloved voice
resonant
in the clouds,
a lament of lavender longing
and the firefly lightnings —
did you come to let me know
infinitely far from the miles of sky
that you remember my smile,
and how life would have been
filled with flowers
if we walked hand in hand
in the summer rain,
just you and I —
now comes the twilight,
the rumbling thunder fades
into a sigh
and I walk in my garden
alone
with this poignant longing
of holding your hand.
D. G. Vachal (c) 2025
Image by Geronimo Giquea @Unsplash
featured in my poetry book “Where Love Dwells”, one of my favorite poems.
The Warmth of Summer Rain
I walk
barefoot
upon the springtime grass,
moss and lichen,
I am
flesh and bone
upon the cobblestones,
smoldering coals
upon melting snow,
I await
the warmth of summer rain
flowing
into ebony bowls of loam
where barks of lilacs come to rest
from their blooming,
they smile
at the dance of lilies —
I have traveled the continents
of the years,
countries of the seasons
under the opiate canopy
of space and time —
The years tell stories
upon the lecterns
of my face,
still
I am
younger than my days,
I carry the heart of a little child,
my tiny feet frolic
in the white linen warmth
of summer rain.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013, 2025
*** Image by Chulmin1700@pixabay
Twilight
Miles have I traveled this dusty road,
my feet throb from the journey’s pain
as miniscule pebbles gather in my shoes,
and slowing down I think upon you
these ardent summer moments —
Will I ever find you again
if I retrace my steps,
remember the words I uttered
when you were by my side —
I only know that if I turn back,
the feeble light will fade
and soon
the darkness will engulf me.
I keep on walking,
closer, closer towards the golden sky
that sings a sentimental melody
and for a fleeting moment I close my eyes —
I see your smile
then I know
you are beside me still.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by J Plenio @ pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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