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
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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