Love Haiku 13:15
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laughter of my love
cradled by the summer winds
sprays of lavender
14
as a blooming rose
awaits my pulsating heart
softly comes the rain
15
i think upon you
when skies are blue as the Nile
field of white lilies
© D. G. Vachal 2024
Image by Mariya M @ Pixabay
Most This Amazing Day
Today, a day amazing
of sunlight sprinkles and skin-tingling
cool wisps of springtime air,
of parking decks and flights of steps
to catch
a hooting train, New York-bound —-
on the upper train deck,
I read David’s psalm passages
in Kindle app
through local station stops (slow boat to China)
walked from Penn Station
to 29th and 8th ,
my daughter met me in her Subaru
and we snaked our way around the New York
City traffic jungle
towards downtown,
found a lucky parking spot,
had brunch with a window seat (Gwyneth Paltrow’s haunt)
walked almost a thousand steps
throughout Soho and West Village,
stopping for iced coffee,
and afterwards dessert with prosecco (classy French place)
Back at Penn Station, hopped on the
Northeast Corridor train to New Brunswick,
a family with young kids,
and an elderly couple
who visited Coney Island,
the grey-haired man said each year
he spends his birthday there
I caught the joy
in the tremor of his voice.
I missed my stop. (first time after so long)
Next stop, Princeton Junction,
the conductor announced,
Thankfully Uber.
fetched by a shining light blue Tesla, (I was expecting a Toyota)
driven back to New Brunswick station
Almost 10 pm.
Elevator to parking deck out of service.
Ascended the stairs, startled by
a dark-haired man, shabbily dressed,
spoke to me in Spanish,
no more trains, he said,
he will walk up the stairs with me
No, I said and ran back down
to an almost abandoned platform
save for a redheaded, muscular young male
seated on the waiting bench.
He walked up with me to the parking deck,
made sure I got in my car safely. (he was an angel unaware)
Most this amazing day. (phrase from E.E. Cumming’s poem)
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Predrag Krezic
Love Haiku 10:12
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Where are you my love
long ago our last goodbye
lilacs bloom again
11
After i lost you
i searched through endless forests
silent are the pines
12
in our lost garden
flutters a butterfly white
awaiting the dawn
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Teach Me to Number My Days
Teach me to number my days
the way You number
the hairs on my head,
the way You are mindful
of petals and sparrows
as they fall with the leaves
in the mist of autumn rain —
was it only this morning
when my hair was in pigtails,
as I dressed my dolls
in pink dresses,
dreamt of a fairytale prince
upon a white stallion
awaiting to take me to a castle
hidden in emerald forests —
towards noon
when I felt butterflies
fluttering in clandestine chambers
of my youthful heart,
I met my first love
and time was suspended,
drowned in ivory clouds
and endless blue oceans —
i can still feel the afternoon warmth
when the children came
and their laughter mingled
with the melody of songbirds,
the hum of restless cicadas —
at sunset my love and I
rowed the silent rivers,
built a bonfire upon the sand,
held each other’s hand
for warmth —
and now at twilight
wrapped in the lavender glow,
i treasure the dwindling vestiges
of tender moments,
the faint beloved
song that will remain
when evening falls.
O teach me to number my days.
D. G. Vachal @ 2024
Image by Liuksena @ Pixabay
Love Haiku 7:9
7
my forgotten love
at dawn the light of your smile
your voice calls my name
8
once upon a time
our laughter rustled the leaves
autumn glow splendor
9
another springtime
blossoms in the lost meadow
where first i found you
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Erika Varga
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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