My Love I Love


my love I love

because you love me,
in your arms
content in winter
while hearths aglow
with applewood
flames —

my love I love

because I hold you
in my arms
asleep as I
hush
boisterous winds,
that trouble
your wounded
heart —

my love I love

D. G. Vachal © 2023

Photography by Mabel Amber

“End of Autumn”

Igor BurdinMottled colors flutter
like butterflies,
await
the pristine white
canopies —

Wind-parched leaves
mantle the oak-brown
soil with topaz and jasper
above the dormant seeds
of wilted wildflowers —

Hearken to horse-hoof
raindrops,
the muffled fracture
of petioles letting go
at the eleventh hour

when all the coins of time
are spent
and the egrets of winter
alight
upon the emerald cedar
branches.

D. G. Vachal © 2015

Photo credit: Igor Burdin

Blossom-Bound

by James Jordan @ Flickr

Snowstorms congregate
like serried pines
as wind-blown flakes pelt
the pristine wool
of gentle lambs —

There comes a miracle
of seasonal winds
that guides the sails
of quarantined boats
to tranquil, emerald coves —

Light wends around the tents
of shadows,
cloud feathers fall upon the barks
of blossom-bound orchard trees.

D. G. Vachal © 2014