Before Night Falls
Purpureal murmurs,
gasps of pink,
orderly scribbles
of wind-swept boughs
scatter chantilly lace
against a silken
sky —
Woman:
wear the fragile veil
upon your crown,
tread softly into the twilight
cathedral,
illuminate
the candles,
sing
like the nightingale
before the darkness
falls.
By D. G. Vachal © 2012
*** Photography by Franzengel
October Storm Prelude
Cling on to the branches,
mandarin and lime,
russet,
flavescent leaves,
still-life in this breathless
moment —
Clouds come in,
a shroud of gunmetal
pewter,
a taunting chill,
a silenced song —
Tomorrow
the wind will howl
as the wolf
and at full moon
tidewaters
overflow —
Tomorrow my tears
fall with the rain
for the broken
branches
and the fallen
leaves.
by D. G. V. © 2012
*** Photography by Albena Markova
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
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
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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