Winter Haiku 11:14
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frozen twigs lie low
gray fox roams the winter fields
the hungry squirrel
12
silence grows louder
the desolate lily pond
croaking toad has left
13
i heard your laughter
at night the light of your face
heart bleeds in the snow
14
a thousand journeys
through hills and icy rivers
to hold your warm hand
D. G. Vachal © 2024
7
mutton stew with wine
red flames dance the flamenco
tango you and i
8
rain beads on branches
pearls of tears sparkle at night
break of dawn brings joy
9
songbirds warble still
defy the winter starkness
crocus bulbs awake
10
frost on blue mountain
Li Po drinks his wine again
where to go from here
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
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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