Category: Nature

End of February

Aspen trees of rural Toten by Balke, Norway, in January 2025.

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

Winter Tanka 1:2

1

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

Winter Haiku 15:17

15

January light
slowly dove-grey turns the sky
rains jasmine petals

16

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




Where Love Dwells – My First Poetry Book

Dear Friends,

I am excited to share that my first poetry book, “Where Love Dwells” has been published and is now available on Amazon in Kindle, paperback and hardcover formats.


Following are the links to the versions:

Kindle

Paperback

Hardcover

It is a privilege to share in the love of writing with you all, my fellow-bloggers. Here’s to more exciting themes and discoveries to write about in 2025!

With faith, hope and love,

D. G. Vachal

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