Winter Haiku 1:3
1
stars from sapphire sky
fragrance of jasmine flowers
snow in early dawn
2
sugar-sprayed branches
cardinal alights in snow
my heart a gazelle
3
polka dots of snow
tapestries sewn by the wind
bridal veil of lace
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening
out in numb forgotten fields
of longing,
I would
touch once more the warmth
of your calloused hands,
rest in the snugness
of your tight embrace —
I would
drown in the wine
of your tender eyes,
slumber
in the lullaby
of your gentle voice —
Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening,
the silent
white of snow would turn
into summer dew,
parched stalks of grass
into golden daffodils.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Warmth of July
At dusk
while fireflies glow like woven
golden threads upon a cloak
of imperceptible periwinkle,
honeysuckle
intermingles with magnolia
and lavender fragrances —
frogs croak,
intoxicated by beauty
of lotus white blossoms,
join the orchestra of children’s laughter
as barefoot feet
tiptoe
upon crust of earth
and teeming grass —
warmth of July
when for a season’s moment
all is green and ardent
under the ancient sun.
D. G. Vachal © 2023
Photography by Felix Mittermeier
China Blue
China blue in my veins
throbs
with Valencia orange groves
sways
with weeping willows
beside the bamboo-lined
waters—
El Greco blue
lines my heart-valves
pulsates
with nightingale songs
dances
with crimson chrysanthemums
under the autumn sun—
Where the sun rises
I greet the dwindling sunset
speak the dialect
of disparate vernaculars—
China blue in my veins
and the orange groves.
© D. G. Vachal 2023
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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