Category: Seasons

Autumn in the Gloaming

Autumn
in the long platinum
light of the gloaming
when pearls of time arrive and depart
with the wind-swept leaves —

I feel your nearness
your gazing eyes are falling stars
from the ebony sky,
your tender voice rustles the fern fronds
as you call my name —

tell me,
have I spoken your name with tenderness
at suspended moments
before the turning of a hundred seasons —

beyond the ocean tides of forgetting
have you come back to remember
what I have already forgotten —

Autumn in the gloaming,
mottled colors
cloaked in the deep purple mist
of my remembrances.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by James Wheeler @ Pixabay

Could I Have Loved You More

Could I Have Loved You More

could I have loved you more
at moments  
when my heart
refrained from speaking —

would I at springtime sing
with tulips and apple blossoms
when as for love
there are no words?

silent was I in summer
amidst the warbled
music of bluebirds,
silent still
when peonies bloomed
scarlet
upon the velvet grass —

in autumn splendor
could I have loved you more
standing there
adorned in sunset gold and amethyst,
my muted syllables
would be stifled
by the melody
of violins and woodwinds —

when winter ivory feathers
clothe the swaying birch branches
would there be words of colors
to paint a love
more than a heart
can hold?

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by Alain Audet @pixabay

Late August

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

Morning Rain

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

Silence Among the Lilies: A Summer Sonnet

Silence Among the Lilies:  A Summer Sonnet

She walks in silence among the lilies
dressed in white against the purple twilight
as verse and chapter fade into the night,
lost chords of song, unfinished symphonies,
jigsaw puzzles of life’s perplexities —
time to let go what once was held so tight
let darkest hours await for gleams of light
when morning breaks with possibilities.

I bask in the linen warmth of summer
rejoicing with the creatures of the field
on a warm July I will remember
when doors closed shut, familiar pathways sealed
I look to topaz days of November
to start anew, heart’s joy will I not yield.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by Ox Coffe @pixabay