Teach Me to Number My Days

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

Towards April Twilight

Towards April Twilight

orchestra of colors:
magenta and tangerine
lemon and ruby
set the sky in flames 

barefoot I walk 
on moist grass
thickened
by afternoon rains 

coagulated winter numbness
dissipates
with the air’s whisper
of impending warmth 

memories swept by autumn winds
reborn in tender green branches
resplendent
in the fading glow of the setting sun 

the heart’s joy and yearning
awaken once again
towards April twilight.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by FeroBanjo @pixabay

Spring Song

Spring Song

suddenly daffodils,
tulip green lapels
under morning sunlight:

songbirds alight
leafless branches
bursting 
with tender tree-buds —

can you hear the voice
of the turtle dove?

my heart pirouettes
with gladness
because the promise remains
unbroken:

morning joy comes
after nighttime
weeping

winter’s dark despair 
once again
births a million
almond blossoms. 

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Imagery by Alexander Gresbek

Love Haiku 1:3

Love Haiku 1:3

1

time of plum blossoms
you hold my hand as we stroll
fragrance fills the air

2

love letter arrives
so many moons I waited
bamboo leaves quiver

3

you cast a pebble
a ripple born in waters
drowns in blue ocean

D. G. Vachal © 2024
Imagery by Ronald Plett

Winter Haiku 7:10

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