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

Perchance I Would Meet You Again

Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening
out in numb forgotten fields
of longing,
I would
touch once more the warmth
of your calloused hands,
rest in the snugness
of your tight embrace —

I would
drown in the wine
of your tender eyes,
slumber
in the lullaby
of your gentle voice —

Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening,
the silent
white of snow would turn
into summer dew,
parched stalks of grass
into golden daffodils.

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