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
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
Silence Among the Lilies: A Summer Sonnet
She walks in silence among the lilies
dressed in white against the purple twilight
as verse and chapter fade into the night,
lost chords of song, unfinished symphonies,
jigsaw puzzles of life’s perplexities —
time to let go what once was held so tight
let darkest hours await for gleams of light
when morning breaks with possibilities.
I bask in the linen warmth of summer
rejoicing with the creatures of the field
on a warm July I will remember
when doors closed shut, familiar pathways sealed
I look to topaz days of November
to start anew, heart’s joy will I not yield.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Image by Ox Coffe @pixabay
Love Haiku 13:15
13
laughter of my love
cradled by the summer winds
sprays of lavender
14
as a blooming rose
awaits my pulsating heart
softly comes the rain
15
i think upon you
when skies are blue as the Nile
field of white lilies
© D. G. Vachal 2024
Image by Mariya M @ Pixabay
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
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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