I Must Go to the Fields Again
I must go to the fields again,
the verdant sea of grass,
the dazzling blaze
of a million wildflowers —
I return from a journey
of innumerable seasons,
my heart is parched from the frost
of manifold winters —
I must go to the fields again
there will I shed the tears
withheld
by silent sorrows,
release the laughter
of irrepressible joys.
I must go to the fields again —
I must go back home.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Irma Web @pixabay
Love Haiku 31:33
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asleep beside me
peaceful as a joyful lamb
songs of jade meadow
32
moonbeams and starlight
white petals turn lavender
your voice calls my name
33
spring tide and neap tide
the ocean breathes with the moon
your heart beats with mine
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Philip Graves @ Unsplash
End of February
delicate brush strokes,
embroidery of deer
mouse tracks,
red fox paw prints
melt in the snow —
music
in the white silence,
aspen trees
trembling in the wind
put on flesh and sinew —
long have I shivered
in the cold,
long have I huddled
by the fire —
I only know
the long-awaited promise
draws near.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Oyvind Holmstad @ Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pilegrimskulturlandskap_21.jpg
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flock of geese in flight
black petals against the sky
can you hear their call
on a sunset in winter
discordant harmonicas
2
trees in winter’s sun
cast long afternoon shadows
snow on their branches
wingéd angels garbed in white
singing praise in high places
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Images by Hans Benn @pixabay; Fietzfotos@pixabay
15
January light
slowly dove-grey turns the sky
rains jasmine petals
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lost in dark forest
i long for flames you kindled
to warm my cold arms
17
yet sparrow alights
upon a skeletal branch
sings in stark winter
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Myungho Lee @Pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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