Mottled 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
October Sunset
How many sunsets have I missed
while threading needles,
tending the hearth,
kneading the flour
for our daily bread —
Today
I chanced upon a sunset:
a brilliant bonfire in the sky
of apricot flames,
periwinkle smoke,
while autumnal leaves ripen
for the harvest —
bequeath the gold and rubies
to the children of spring.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
*** photography by D. G. Vachal
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
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