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 37:39
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soft wind rustles leaves
dance of downy white feathers
your hands hold my heart.
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indigo waters
the deep i cannot fathom
your strength my anchor.
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water lilies bloom
pink and ivory petals
your smile my delight.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Moonzigg @pixdaus
Towards End of April
gentler now the winds
while colors turn vibrant
and perfumed air
tiltillates my nostrils,
arouses my senses —
I was accustomed to the comfort
of my cold dreams,
aloft in clouds
of forgetfulness,
now comes April’s light
at dawn —
beneath the infinite sky
the feeble glow of constellations
illuminates pathways
unfathomable:
winding miles to travel
before winter.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Evgeni Tcherkasski @ Unsplash
Love Haiku 34:36
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My beloved’s eyes
sapphire as the moonlit sky,
cerulean ocean.
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My beloved’s voice
echoes deep like the cello
my heart’s evening song.
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My beloved’s arms
embrace me with fireside warmth
I shiver no more.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Kyle Johnson @ Unsplash
April
Here you come once again
with your delicate rains:
petals break forth like the rainbow
while scarlet-breasted robins
alight
upon the thickening carpet
of emerald grass —
You perplex me so:
warm and cold,
endearing and aloof,
the way long-forgotten loves
drove me to the very edge
of madness —
O April,
enshroud me in the intimacy
of your mysteries,
then will I comprehend the reason
for the ethereal blossoms
fragrant
in the month of May.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Donna McCl @Unsplash
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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