When September Comes
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when September comes
blown by the winds of absence
palpable your hands
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lost fragrant blossoms
crisp crimson harvest draws near
your warmth, the rainbow
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when cools the twilight
music of lavender mist
almost you are near.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by John Nature Photo @Pixabay
Late August
icy warmth of late August
the wind has quenched the fires
of ephemeral dandelions,
beryl drops of blood
trickle down the boughs,
return
to their invisible roots —
the cambric air is drenched in
honeysuckle fragrance,
stealthy leaves
flavescent
among the pink petals.
D. G. Vachal © 2013, 2024
Image by Jesper Norkenborg @pixabay
Love Haiku 16:18
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so distant my love
vast are the ocean waters
ours the velvet skies
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your resonant voice
sound of a longing cello
sparrow’s evening song
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pathway in moonlight
leads to our familiar hills
trees dance in the night
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Addesia @pixabay
Morning Rain
Morning rain and I think of you again
when lavender light breaks open
the ebony sky —
bridal veil envelops the garden air,
magenta myrtle blooms skyward,
powder blue hydrangeas speckle
the moist ground,
scarlet geranium petals blaze
against the sea-green mist —
subtle
are the days
when seasons turn,
yet still
no matter the peculiar moments,
when morning rain arrives
I think of you again.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Draconian Images @pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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