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flock of geese in flight
black petals against the sky
can you hear their call
on a sunset in winter
discordant harmonicas
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trees in winter’s sun
cast long afternoon shadows
snow on their branches
wingéd angels garbed in white
singing praise in high places
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Images by Hans Benn @pixabay; Fietzfotos@pixabay
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
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
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 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
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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