A Longing
palpable as hunger
and thirst for river waters —
to return to a place,
search for a face
distilled
in sapphire oceans,
await a voice
deep and tonal,
my evening song —
another winter melts
in purple crocuses,
golden
daffodils hasten in their blooming,
grass turns emerald
green again —
I ponder upon
this haunting longing,
smile with fought-back tears
and I walk on.
D. G. Vachal © 2023
Image by Frauke Riether from Pixabay
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.
© D. G. Vachal 2023
*** photograph by Adriansart @ pixabay
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
Photography by Mabel Amber
Silence
when I need you most
while drenched petals fall
under feeble moonlight
from rose-shrubs uprooted,
tumbleweeds blown
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,
pellet drumbeats
drown
the silence that taunts
when I need you most.
by D. G. Vachal © 2016
Photography credit: by gnuckx @ Flickr Commons
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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