Category: Poems

October Storm Prelude

October Storm Prelude

Cling on to the branches,
mandarin and lime,
russet,
flavescent leaves,
still-life in this breathless
moment —

Clouds come in,
a shroud of gunmetal
pewter,
a taunting chill,
a silenced song —

Tomorrow
the wind will howl
as the wolf
and at full moon
tidewaters
overflow —

Tomorrow my tears
fall with the rain
for the broken
branches
and the fallen
leaves.

by D. G. V. © 2012

*** Photography by Albena Markova

Moonlight Silver to Autumn Gold


Moonlight Silver to Autumn Gold

Amidst the ebb and flow of tides,
listen to silence
ineffable,
deafening to the restless
crabs that crawl
from shell to shell
upon the amber sands  —

Look up to the strands
of moonlight,
above  the darkened,
serried pines of cryptic
forests —

Ride the chariot
of the hours,
await,
watch the silver countries
turn to Autumn gold
in the warmth of the morning
sunlight.

by D. G. V.  © 2012

***Photography by D. G. Vachal © 2012

The Laughter of October


The Laughter of October

Mirth at sunset,
when herons scream
like children
in the shallows,
and up
on the branches,
aurulent shafts of light
play with the shadows
of auburn leaves —

Come to me and stay
awhile,
for the laughter of October
is upon my face,
a golden glow,
a raging fire that hides
in the Indian summers
of my heart.

by D. G. Vachal. © 2012

*** photography by DigitalArt2@Flickr Commons

Warmth and Rain

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Warmth and Rain

A carpet of rain greets me
in  the land of the rising sun,
soft as the smiles of women in kimonos,
gentle as their tread in silken slippers,
and my harried heart unravels
from the origami
of purple cranes —

dusk arrives in a myopic mist,
as the aircraft lifts me to the sky,
I watch infinite shades of blue
darken to indigo,
and the rain comes again to meet me
on the tarmac
in Manila —

late afternoon among the clouds,
descending slowly
upon these emerald islands,
the warmth surrounds me,
bare feet await
to walk through my familiar places
once again.

By D. G. V. © 2012