Category: Life

To the Living Among Us All

To the Living Among Us All

My soul dwells secure
in pleasant mountains
Creator-carved,
where cloud-sent rains
descend to quench
desiccated tongues
and rays of molten sun
embrace the evening-cold
shoulders —

What little matters to some
are minuscule,
momentary dewdrops
adrift
in endless possibilities,
whirling from the gift
of measured life-breaths
apportioned
to the living among us all —

every sacred
miraculous moment
of what we call
today.

D. G. Vachal © 2015, 2025

Image by pladicon2012acacias@pixabay

Suddenly December

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

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

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 Gloaming

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