“Summer Interlude”

Perseids Meteor Shower by JP Danko pic 2

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
heal
our winter-charred arms —

youth returns
if only for a fleeting moment
when amethyst and beryl,
topaz and peridot
explode
against the sapphire sky
of your smiling eyes —

I catch
diamonds and meteors
into the willow basket
of my daily bread.

D. G. Vachal © 2016

 

*** Photography Credit: Perseids Meteor by J.P. Danko

“After Winter”

Crocus Playtime - Lord V@flickr
Melted snow and now
relentless the waterfalls
flood-level ponds
drown the fragrance
of lotus white flowers —

February, you were cruel
savage winds battered homesteads
of burning hearths,
defiant
I treasure the fire
of remembered
warm seasons —

Weeping through March
nighttimes,
dew-tears moisten earth’s
winter-hard soil, awaken
emerald and amethyst
in blades of grass
and crocus petals —

April hours come
with dove-feather showers,
lenient winds,
promise the arrival of warmer
seasons once again.

by D. G. Vachal © 2016

*** Photography by LordV@Flickr

“To The Living Of Us All”

YinkaOyeleseMy soul dwells secure
in pleasant mountains
Creator-carved,
where cloud-sent rains
descend to quench
the thirsty tongues
and rays of molten sun
embrace to warm
the evening-cold shoulders   —

What little matters to some
are minuscule,
momentary dewdrops
adrift
in endless possibilities,
whirling from the gift
of measured life-breaths
apportioned to the living of us all —

every sacred
miraculous moment
of what we call today.

By D. G. Vachal © 2015

Photo credit: Yinka Oyelese

“The Poet’s Voice”

Equatorial Jungle

The poet’s voice warbles
where plaintive cellos echo
from vine to hanging vine
in rain-
drenched equatorial jungles —

trills mid-air with the sparrows,
traverses

clandestine recesses,
myriads of breadcrumb
ant trails,
rocky mountain ridges
of wind-sculptured silence —

The poet’s hand gathers
the orchard fruit promise
birthed at nighttime
from fragrant white blossoms —

The poet’s feet dance
somewhere in a warmer province
tango
across a million grains of sand
aglow with the colors
of the dawning sun.

by D. G. Vachal © 2015

 

Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons, “Equatorial Jungle” by Henri Rousseau.  This is a faithful photographic reproduction of an original two-dimensional work of art. The work of art itself is in the public domain for the following reason: This work is in the public domain in the United States, and those countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 100 years or less.

“Love Letter”

by D.G. Vachal

At the end of winter daylight
when lemon passion glows
with the ardor of periwinkle,
at unexpected moments
I remember

a melody long forgotten,
jubilant as a nightingale’s song,
that led my fledgling
heart to soar
towards the blazing stars
once upon the sands of time —

Now, when it matters no more,
I recall the scribbled ink upon the paper,
a voice that called my name,
at twilight’s edge
when my heart beholds the colors,
the warm farewell
of the setting sun.

D. G. Vachal © 2014