Season of Warmth
Entrapped—
the coldness slumbers
behind the gates of brass,
and the breath of my nostrils
kindles
the summer air —
my heart ignites into bonfires
upon the saffron
grains of sand,
my flesh is flush with the radiant
crimson of the berries —
the season of warmth
has come.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
** image by Wikimedia Commons
Pear tree blossoms
plentiful
as the stars,
packed into constellations
individual as the eye,
purity of milk and diamonds,
whitecaps of oceans
awaken
into another dream,
lost moments found,
forgotten tales
retold
of skeletal branches
putting on fat and flesh,
garbed in gowns of organza,
taffeta and voile,
of golden green,
magenta’s pink,
and crimson of the maples,
the stars
descend from the heavens,
dip into the tin paint
gallons of the rainbow,
morph into manifold
forms of delight,
crayola of corollas
dazzle
upon the vibrant grass.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
Cold tentacles
hold on
to burgeoning branches
beneath the April sun:
yellow butterflies alight
upon celadon lapels
of petal-packed corollas —
Skies are cyan, crystal-clear,
embossed with goose
down pillows
soaked
in alabaster dreams —
There are treasures in the morning,
this platinum morning:
emerald and gold
glimmer
over infantile leaves
of oak and elm —
ruby and sapphire,
topaz, turquoise and amethyst
sparkle
in the tranquil blooming
of the promised flowers.
by D. G. Vachal © 2013
*** Photograph by Anita Martinz @ Wikimedia Commons
lilies, sparrows and grass 
You must be logged in to post a comment.