My Father and the Jasmine Flowers

My Father and the Jasmine Flowers

street waifs
stringing white flowers
into long, fragrant necklaces,
plucked them from the sky
shook them from the tall green bushes
until they fell like rain upon the grass —-
 
jasmine necklaces sold
for devout señoras to wear
at Flores de Mayo processions
five centavos for all that work,
three
if señoras haggled long enough —-

were you one of the little ones
hands baked by the sun,
wide-eyed,
barefoot,
hungry?

how time comes and leaves
so swiftly
as in half a breath,
as in a hurried dream,
and for whatever
reason there may have been
I came to be —-

older folks would tell me
you walked miles to school,
no centavos for a ride,
and your classmates laughed and sneered
as they rode the bus and passed you by,
you walked on
carrying your dreams 
in your heart.

how time comes and leaves
so swiftly
as in half a breath,
as in a hurried dream,
and you are gone —-

tonight
as I recall the tales of folks
from long ago
I drench my pillow
with the fragrant tears
of white jasmine flowers
through the midnight hours,
into the break of dawn.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by Oom Endro @ Pixabay

When September Comes – Love Haiku 19:21

When September Comes

19

when September comes
blown by the winds of absence
palpable your hands

20

lost fragrant blossoms
crisp crimson harvest draws near
your warmth, the rainbow

21

when cools the twilight
music of lavender mist
almost you are near.


D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by John Nature Photo @Pixabay

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


Image by Draconian Images @pixabay

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

Image by Guvo59 at Pixabay