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

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Love Haiku 16:18

Love Haiku 16:18

16

so distant my love
vast are the ocean waters
ours the velvet skies

17

your resonant voice
sound of a longing cello
sparrow’s evening song

18

pathway in moonlight
leads to our familiar hills
trees dance in the night


D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by Addesia @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


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Our Love is Summer’s Fullest Day

Our Love is Summer’s Fullest Day

awaken with willow warblers at dawn,
pastel ribbons upon dewy grass,
half-awake, half-forgetting dreams
the night before —

faint morning hunger that must be fed,
pearls of light glinting through the windows,
coffee percolates, aroma of baked bread,
warmth served on a round table —

the afternoon oxen plow the hardened soil,
sweat upon the brow, blackbirds
bicker as bees
fierce hunger under the heightened sun —

when cools the twilight down,
softer the laughter and the sighs,
content to hunger at suppertime
our love is summer’s fullest day.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

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