Category: Seasons

Winter Haiku 1:3

Winter Haiku 1:3

1

stars from sapphire sky
fragrance of jasmine flowers
snow in early dawn

2

sugar-sprayed branches
cardinal alights in snow
my heart a gazelle

3

polka dots of snow
tapestries sewn by the wind
bridal veil of lace

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Warmth of July

Warmth of July

At dusk
while fireflies glow like woven
golden threads upon a cloak
of imperceptible periwinkle,
honeysuckle
intermingles with magnolia
and lavender fragrances —

frogs croak,
intoxicated by beauty
of lotus white blossoms,
join the orchestra of children’s laughter
as barefoot feet
tiptoe
upon crust of earth
and teeming grass —

warmth of July
when for a season’s moment
all is green and ardent
under the ancient sun.

D. G. Vachal © 2023

Photography by Felix Mittermeier

China Blue

China Blue

China blue in my veins
throbs
with Valencia orange groves
sways
with weeping willows
beside the bamboo-lined
waters—

El Greco blue
lines my heart-valves
pulsates
with nightingale songs
dances
with crimson chrysanthemums
under the autumn sun—

Where the sun rises
I greet the dwindling sunset
speak the dialect
of disparate vernaculars—

China blue in my veins
and the orange groves.

© D. G. Vachal 2023

 

Come Sit With Me Awhile

Come Sit With Me Awhile

for tomorrow
I must tend
to hearth-fires for warmth,
the spinning loom for clothing,
and bread-flour for hunger —

awhile

amidst emerald moments
while lemon blossoms glow
from topaz to gold
and cloud-like egrets
hasten on their wings
to strings
of violin marsh-winds,  
alight
upon the infinite green —

awhile

when time stands still,
seasons compress to moments
no matter the scorching heat,
no matter the numbing cold —

come sit with me awhile.


© D. G. Vachal 2023

*** photograph by Adriansart @ pixabay

“Summer Interlude”

Perseids Meteor Shower by JP Danko pic 2

Ivy and honeysuckle climb
forbidden picket fences,
alabaster butterflies alight
upon the foxgloves,
lavender fields are fragrant
in the silver glow
of summer twilight —

I watch the seasons dance
upon your face,
feel the temperate breezes
heal
our winter-charred arms —

youth returns
if only for a fleeting moment
when amethyst and beryl,
topaz and peridot
explode
against the sapphire sky
of your smiling eyes —

I catch
diamonds and meteors
into the willow basket
of my daily bread.

D. G. Vachal © 2016

 

*** Photography Credit: Perseids Meteor by J.P. Danko