Late August
icy warmth of late August
the wind has quenched the fires
of ephemeral dandelions,
beryl drops of blood
trickle down the boughs,
return
to their invisible roots —
the cambric air is drenched in
honeysuckle fragrance,
stealthy leaves
flavescent
among the pink petals.
D. G. Vachal © 2013, 2024
Image by Jesper Norkenborg @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
Warmth of July
At dusk
while fireflies glow like woven
golden threads upon a cloak
of imperceptible periwinkle,
honeysuckle
intermingles with magnolia
and lavender fragrances —
frogs croak,
intoxicated by beauty
of lotus white blossoms,
join the orchestra of children’s laughter
as barefoot feet
tiptoe
upon crust of earth
and teeming grass —
warmth of July
when for a season’s moment
all is green and ardent
under the ancient sun.
D. G. Vachal © 2023
Photography by Felix Mittermeier
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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