Love Haiku 40:42
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beyond the distance
beneath the blossoming sky
footsteps of my love
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pastel memories
silent waters call your name
willow branches bend
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warmth on green mountains
emerald forest breezes
we walk hand in hand
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Joshua Woroniec @Unsplash
Longest Day
More minutes to pirouette
upon this illuminated stage,
another sonnet rhyme to write,
a prolonged melody to sing
these moments
when the sky is a silken sheet
of cyan pale —
O Summer!
I am bewildered by the calm of palms
rested upon my knee,
absence of shoulder shivers,
your fragrant warmth embraces me
like a prismatic pashmina
while I wander through grass and flowers
of field and forest —
Give me these hours
while the albescent sun
hovers
over tallest mountain peaks,
let me drink of the madness of colors,
scarlet wine of roses,
tea green leaves,
punch of hibiscus pink,
pineapple,
purple grape —
When I have quenched my thirst
and the laughter fades into a silent smile,
let me bask just a little bit longer
in lambent daylight
before the shortest hours of twilight
hasten to arrive.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Wiolette Plonkowska @ Unsplash
Garden Haiku
1
petals drenched in rain
chantilly lace, ocean’s froth
herons stoop on grass.
2
purple butterflies
aubergine in soft twilight
starling wings in flight.
D. G. Vachal ©2025
Petals Under Moonlight
Petals under moonlight
on a night when the month of May
is blooming:
owls play their piccolos
upon the branches,
crickets, their castanets
upon the watery grass —
Rejoice
in the muted colors of the petals,
foliage,
sepals,
beneath the cloak of temporal
greyness —
When daylight alights,
the greening of things
innumerable will blaze
across the fields of this fertile
continent,
drenched in the early rain,
warmed by the beams of the morning
sunlight.
D. G. Vachal © 2013, 2025
Photo Credit: Richard Thripp
I Must Go to the Fields Again
I must go to the fields again,
the verdant sea of grass,
the dazzling blaze
of a million wildflowers —
I return from a journey
of innumerable seasons,
my heart is parched from the frost
of manifold winters —
I must go to the fields again
there will I shed the tears
withheld
by silent sorrows,
release the laughter
of irrepressible joys.
I must go to the fields again —
I must go back home.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Irma Web @pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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