Suddenly December
Winter without warning:
surreptitious arctic air
connives with the wolverine wind,
reap the harvest of fallen petals
and gem-colored leaves —
too soon the parting
of melancholic seasons,
the reluctant goodbye
to a place
where you and I once stood
and time was an intruding
stranger —
truly once
there was such a place —
suddenly December
rainbow colors
of moments past
covered
with pristine snow.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Erik Karits @pixabay
Love Haiku 25:27
25
there’s no forgetting
love lives in eternal skies
speak to me, my love
26
sunbeam-kissed branches
broidered with golden garments
your smile my candle
27
solitary walk
pale petals parched by the cold
i await my love
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image from Pixabay
Voices at the Door
fingerprints
on the ribbed window pane
crust crumbs
on the kitchen floor
apple cider bubbling
on the stove —
where have the children gone
I hug them in the warmth
of hearth fires,
hear their laughter
in the songs
of the autumn wind —
leaves plummet in violent swirls
like flocks of sandpipers
landing on the shore
topaz and rubies fade
into the salmon sky —
before winter comes
I long to hear
“the steps returning
and voices at the door” .
D. G. Vachal © 2024
* “the steps returning and voices at the door” is a passage from J. R. R. Tolkien’s poem ” I Sit Beside the Fire and Think”
Image by J Plenio @pixabay
Autumn
in the long platinum
light of the gloaming
when pearls of time arrive and depart
with the wind-swept leaves —
I feel your nearness
your gazing eyes are falling stars
from the ebony sky,
your tender voice rustles the fern fronds
as you call my name —
tell me,
have I spoken your name with tenderness
at suspended moments
before the turning of a hundred seasons —
beyond the ocean tides of forgetting
have you come back to remember
what I have already forgotten —
Autumn in the gloaming,
mottled colors
cloaked in the deep purple mist
of my remembrances.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by James Wheeler @ Pixabay
Could I Have Loved You More
could I have loved you more
at moments
when my heart
refrained from speaking —
would I at springtime sing
with tulips and apple blossoms
when as for love
there are no words?
silent was I in summer
amidst the warbled
music of bluebirds,
silent still
when peonies bloomed
scarlet
upon the velvet grass —
in autumn splendor
could I have loved you more
standing there
adorned in sunset gold and amethyst,
my muted syllables
would be stifled
by the melody
of violins and woodwinds —
when winter ivory feathers
clothe the swaying birch branches
would there be words of colors
to paint a love
more than a heart
can hold?
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Alain Audet @pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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