Come Sit With Me Awhile for tomorrow I must tend to hearth-fires for warmth, the spinning loom for clothing, and bread-flour for hunger — awhile amidst emerald moments while lemon blossoms glow from topaz to gold and cloud-like egrets hasten on their wings to strings of violin marsh-winds, alight upon the infinite green — awhile
when time stands still,
seasons compress to moments no matter the scorching heat, no matter the numbing cold — come sit with me awhile.
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Tousled Lady in the parking lot lugging milk and corn flakes and bread in brown paper bags, you catch my stolen glance at your little boy, you grimace, forgive me for intruding into your private world — I walk away
into the store,
Friday towards dusk, my hair flows neatly down my shoulders, my blouse crisp and creaseless, my list is short, the evening hours long
for the laughter of my little ones,
the crinkle of brown paper bags, the crackling of corn flakes in milk, the warmth of bread baked in my own peculiar world of long ago.
by D. G. Vachal © 2012
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my love I love because you love me, in your arms content in winter while hearths aglow with applewood flames — my love I love
because I hold you
in my arms asleep as I hush boisterous winds, that trouble your wounded heart —
my love I love
D. G. Vachal © 2023
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when I need you most
while drenched petals fall
under feeble moonlight
from rose-shrubs uprooted,
by the howling wind —
Would I need the finger-
touch of nail-prints, my hand
upon your side to know
You are here
somewhere in this garden
as I tread upon the flooded grass,
the silence that taunts
when I need you most.
by D. G. Vachal © 2016
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Ivy and honeysuckle climb
forbidden picket fences,
alabaster butterflies alight
upon the foxgloves,
lavender fields are fragrant
in the silver glow
of summer twilight —
I watch the seasons dance
upon your face,
feel the temperate breezes
our winter-charred arms —
if only for a fleeting moment
when amethyst and beryl,
topaz and peridot
against the sapphire sky
of your smiling eyes —
diamonds and meteors
into the willow basket
of my daily bread.
D. G. Vachal © 2016
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