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:
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
To the Living Among Us All
My soul dwells secure
in pleasant mountains
Creator-carved,
where cloud-sent rains
descend to quench
desiccated tongues
and rays of molten sun
embrace the evening-cold
shoulders —
What little matters to some
are minuscule,
momentary dewdrops
adrift
in endless possibilities,
whirling from the gift
of measured life-breaths
apportioned
to the living among us all —
every sacred
miraculous moment
of what we call
today.
D. G. Vachal © 2015, 2025
Image by pladicon2012acacias@pixabay
Suddenly December
Winter without warning:
surreptitious arctic air
connives with the wolverine wind,
reap the harvest of fallen petals
and gem-colored leaves —
too soon the parting
of melancholic seasons,
the reluctant goodbye
to a place
where you and I once stood
and time was an intruding
stranger —
truly once
there was such a place —
suddenly December
rainbow colors
of moments past
covered
with pristine snow.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Erik Karits @pixabay
Love Haiku 25:27
25
there’s no forgetting
love lives in eternal skies
speak to me, my love
26
sunbeam-kissed branches
broidered with golden garments
your smile my candle
27
solitary walk
pale petals parched by the cold
i await my love
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image from Pixabay
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
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