Category: Reflections

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

Originally posted 2012-10-21 08:31:29.

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

Originally posted 2012-10-06 00:56:30.

Last Days of Summer


Last Days of Summer

Lemon scents linger
from blooms of white magnolia,
while a cool breeze tiptoes,
donned in ornate lace
into a summer dusk cathedral:
I hear the mellow sound of shaken leaves
upon their sun-tanned branches,
harp strings stroked by fingers
of the wind —

The purple grosbeak’s song endures
into the night,
nectared notes delight
as I revel in these ardent days
of crimson apples,
the primrose pulp of aubergine plums,
the musk-white fragrance of orange
blossoms,
the golden cloak of summer’s warmth
upon the vibrant flowers.

by D. G. V. © 2012

** photography by Roman Niku

Originally posted 2012-08-22 20:26:21.

The Tea Cup of Today

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  Psalm 118:24

 In the midst of a frenzied afternoon at work today, I paused to read an email from my daughter Amy:

“I’ve been thinking about this quote a lot lately:  “This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  The last two words, “in it”, are what have me thinking. The phrase makes it seem like it’s a special place – a porcelain cup, specially made, specially prepared – to rejoice, to revel, to live fully in — when you are in something like a cup of tea, surrounded.”

Any given second, any given breath, we are within the walls of a day. We can’t see tomorrow – and so we can only treat it with what we can’t see – with hope (but how great is our hope when we think about Jesus)? We see only today, and our hands, and our feet, and our loved ones, and whatever else God has given us for today. “

What Amy wanted to tell me is that today is not only a special time, but a unique and wondrous place designed by God for us to live and breathe in.

The porcelain tea cup of today.

I smile at the thought of today and of pink porcelain cups.

by D. G. V.

*** Author’s Note: this link leads to a poem I wrote for my daughter Amy.

Originally posted 2012-07-26 22:33:36.

Gardenia and Oleander


Gardenia and Oleander

dust of my beginnings,
verdant islands,
quest
of galleon ghosts,
once again I come
as the monsoon wind,
await
my incessant rains —

wet stars
fall from twilight skies,
miniscule
as grains of rice,
luminous cocoons
of vaporous rainbows —

drenched fingers gather
gardenia and oleander,
ripened petals fall
upon the pebbled soil,
soundless
amidst the water
splashes.

by D. G. V. © 2012

*** Photography by Matthew Simon @flickr 

Originally posted 2012-07-09 17:23:11.