Category: Life

How Could You Ever Love Me

How Could You Ever Love Me

How could you ever love me
now
after so many winters past,
carved rivulets form
upon my face,
winter cold tunnels
furrow
nettled branches
upon my lips —

now
when my arms and legs
are krummholz,
tree branches
disfigured by cruel
north winds —

what ever do you see
in my tired eyes
the way one tenderly beholds
a newborn eaglet
breaking from its shell
expectant
for its maiden flight —

do you see beyond the farthest
ebony-ice mountains,
the mystery of the uttermost
remote white stars,
the silent moon,
disregard
the momentary sparkle
of the here and now —

how could you ever love me
bone and marrow,
petal and sepal,
root and river.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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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

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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

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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”

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