Last Days of December
Time to be tranquil now
no longer the consonant prattle of leaves
in tussle with vowels of the wind,
whatever must fall
has
fallen
to the brumal ground,
flower by flower,
seed by seed.
Colors linger in the sky,
of rose bouquets and tiger lilies,
and the poetry of April crouches
in fetal position
within the uterus of vaporous
snow clouds —
Time to be still.
by D. G. Vachal © 2012
*** Photography by Paolo De Faveri
Before Night Falls
Purpureal murmurs,
gasps of pink,
orderly scribbles
of wind-swept boughs
scatter chantilly lace
against a silken
sky —
Woman:
wear the fragile veil
upon your crown,
tread softly into the twilight
cathedral,
illuminate
the candles,
sing
like the nightingale
before the darkness
falls.
By D. G. Vachal © 2012
*** Photography by Franzengel
October Storm Prelude
Cling on to the branches,
mandarin and lime,
russet,
flavescent leaves,
still-life in this breathless
moment —
Clouds come in,
a shroud of gunmetal
pewter,
a taunting chill,
a silenced song —
Tomorrow
the wind will howl
as the wolf
and at full moon
tidewaters
overflow —
Tomorrow my tears
fall with the rain
for the broken
branches
and the fallen
leaves.
by D. G. V. © 2012
*** Photography by Albena Markova
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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