Emeralds and Sand


Emeralds and Sand

Upon the sand will I not build my house
for when rains descend and floods overflow,
the winds will howl and beat upon its walls
and it will crumble, great will be its fall

I need no chandeliers, nor porcelain
china, hand-painted with silver and gold,
no dinner dainties with a fattened ox,
content am I to dine on herbs with love.

I seek a shelter strong with warmth and light
where rains and winds and floods can’t topple down
and love burns bright in apple wood hearth fires
and nightingale songs fill the evening air —-

Upon solid rock will I build my house,
there will I find emeralds and rubies.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Love Haiku 4:6

Love Haiku 4:6

1

still the tender gaze
after a thousand winters
eternal springtime

2

i walk in twilight
the rain and wind pelt my face
your footsteps draw near

3

your love the fragrance,
scarlet blood upon the rose
life everlasting


D. G. Vachal © 2024

Spring Song

Spring Song

suddenly daffodils,
tulip green lapels
under morning sunlight:

songbirds alight
leafless branches
bursting 
with tender tree-buds —

can you hear the voice
of the turtle dove?

my heart pirouettes
with gladness
because the promise remains
unbroken:

morning joy comes
after nighttime
weeping

winter’s dark despair 
once again
births a million
almond blossoms. 

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Imagery by Alexander Gresbek