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Beach House

Beach House

twilight at low tide:
the seabed like a wide flat road
stretches for a mile;
across the distance
the volcano stands,
majestic
against the changing sky —

I look back:
the beach house my father built
awaits,
from the balcony, gas lamps flicker,
orange flames glow
in lavender light —

I walk with hermit crabs
upon rocks and sand,
gather sea urchins
in my willow basket,
my little feet soaked
in shallow waters

this moment I am

with the sea as the tide turns,
the volcano shrouded in twilight,
the beach house
silent,
aglow.

D. G. Vachal ©2025

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The Walk Back Alone

The Walk Back Alone

this poem completes the diptych, “A Stranger at Sunset” being the first panel …

the streetlamp stands tall,
a lighthouse guiding my footsteps back —
heartbeats pound my chest:
a rhythmic sound like horse-hooves,
from the tall grasses crickets chirp
out of tempo,
tonight I am bewildered
by this strange evening music —

at the dormitory
I pace the yellow tiled floor,
from a distance
young ladies sit at study tables
with their tea and textbooks —

the night deepens,
I tremble like a leaf in the wind,
gravity forsakes me,
I walk with the stars
light years away,
I am lost in a place
no map can locate —

after restless sleep
another day blossoms in the sky:
a seed within me
stirs from its slumber
awakened
by the stranger at sunset.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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A Stranger at Sunset

A Stranger at Sunset

the sky was light mandarin
the first time we met
you, a stranger from far away,
my task to welcome you
to our land
for just a few hours —

you and I
walked to the bus stop
you with your crisp white shirt
long sleeves,
creaseless
I with a topsy-turvy skirt,
mismatched blouse
checkered,
floral,
yellow, pink, and green —

shy and tongue-tied was I
you spoke on through my silence
your footsteps
confident
upon the cobbled streets
while I stumbled on —

you found a place for us to dine,
a table where the light fell soft
upon your face
for the first time
I looked into your eyes
as you looked into mine —

the dusty red bus brought us back
to the same stop
there we said goodbye
your smile lighted the night’s darkness
it was then I knew
I would see you again.

D. G. Vachal ©2025

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A Cold December Night and the Rain

A Cold December Night and the Rain

A cold December night and the rain
pummels the rooftops,
drops colorless pearls
on the kitchen window
my reflection
cloudy on the wet glass,
as icicle fingertips put away
pots and pans where they belong
hidden
until tomorrow’s bidding —

Long ago on a cold December night like this
while the rain pummeled the rooftops,
a porcelain cup broke gently,
delicate Saxon flowers
shattered on the floor
as I knelt to collect the broken pieces,
soft footsteps walked towards the door
and in an eternal moment
the door closed
slowly
like an ebbing tide —

A cold December night and the rain
pummels my heart
and once again
the rain brings me back to a place
of scattered Saxon flowers,
a broken porcelain cup
that once was whole.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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November the Penultimate


November the Penultimate

Never was a month so motley in its days:
November, penultimate month
of a year that frames the seasons,
when leaves in early days
turn to brightest garnet,
blazing topaz,
illuminated gold —

the latter days arrive
with the fire of the winds,
and the burning leaves take the plunge
from infernal towers of the branches
to the burial grounds of a gun-
metal, brumal earth —

November, November,
calves ache from the marathon,
hearts pound the door
to another December

when holly berries huddle upon the petals
of the soft-spoken snow,
and the fallen leaves breathe again
at the sound of the carols of the children,
the children rejoicing.

D. G. Vachal © 2013

Photography Credit: November’s Decline by Bucaneve

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Love Haiku 49:51

Love Haiku 49:51

49

you have gone away
with torrential summer rains
fall river lies low

50

wind moans through the cliffs
murmurs through leafless birches
I whisper your name

51

dusk falls on water
golden colors linger long
I yearn for your smile

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Colors of Autumn

Colors of Autumn

The turning of colors
like the turning of tides,
the waxing moon’s gradient shift
to fullness
in pearlescent light,
the chilly air’s osmosis
imperceptible,
permeating a blanket of warmth —

emeralds turn to topaz,
malachite to rubies,
nightingale songs grow faint
as in a moment’s dream —

I was here
many times before
and once again I am


swept in this lunatic array
of colors:
salmon and salamander,
citrine and vermilion,
french horns and trombone,
a cacophony of shades and tinctures —

these moments soon will pass
like many times before
yet for a little while
let me wrap myself
in the colors of Autumn:
Joseph’s coat
of many colors.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Author’s note: This poem was inspired by a passage from “The Strings are False” by the Irish poet Louis MacNeice. 

“The train for Jersey City was called the Blue Comet and I sat in a luxury Pullman car that was all windows and beyond the windows a reel of autumn madness, the maple trees gone drunk with colour. Tigers and wine, pimento, copper, coral, the bells of St. Clement’s jangling and fanfaronade of trumpets, fireworks out of the ground, Giorgione, Veronese, the tents of all the Sultans. People had told me about the American Fall, and this was it.”  (“Louis MacNeice, The Strings are False, Faber and Faber Limited, Great Britain, 1965, p. 30.”)

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Love Haiku 46:48

Love Haiku 46:48

46

as we walk, my love
September winds drift petals
in twinkling twilight

47

moonlight on the path
fragrance bends around the trees
our shadows linger

 48

lavender breezes
the echo of your laughter
drifts into my heart.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Waxing Moon and Summer’s Farewell

Waxing Moon and Summer’s Farewell

How swiftly the season turns:
moment passes by another moment
as in my elusive nighttime dreams,
all the while the ardor for life abides
though cooler breezes quench
the noonday fires —

I hear summer’s last melodies
edged with change
cedar waxwings whistle among the birches,
the meadow edge
hums with crickets and katydids,
mourning doves croon their yearning calls
into the twilight air —

evening approaches:
a waxing half moon sheds silver threads
upon the garden fronds,
forest trees cast blurred shadows,
open fields lie platinum pale
half radiant, half shrouded,
inlet waters quietly flow
into their appointed oceans
in albescent half-light —

last day of August
I stand at the precipice of summer’s departure
on a quarter moon evening,
revealing yet secretive
of what approaching Autumn holds.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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April’s Sapling in August

April’s Sapling in August

April’s sapling
arising from the fragrance
of damp spring earth,
tiny buds unfurl like infant fingers,
release the first soft leaves,
chartreuse
as songbirds return,
perch
upon scrawny shoulders —

lengthening days drift with tides,
clouds of egrets in flight,
dawn dewdrops
ephemeral
upon blades of grass —

quickly comes August:
the sapling’s girth thickens,
networks of roots proliferate,
dig deep
like earthworms into warm soil,
arms broaden from twigs to branches
as thrushes thread through the canopy,
warble with the rustle of emerald leaves,
golden harp melodies
in the cooling breezes.


D. G. Vachal © 2025



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How to love our enemies

But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”  Matthew 5:44-45

The second of the two commandments of Jesus is to love our neighbor as ourselves.  The definition of “neighbor” is all-encompassing: it includes our enemies, for Jesus asserts that we should also love them.   What was His reasoning?  So that we may become the children of the Father in heaven.

How are we to carry out this kind of love?  We are to be as children, imitating their Heavenly Father, Whose love is unconditional, and even undeserved:  One  Who makes the sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and the unjust.

What kind of love is it?  It is an absolutely disinterested, impartial love, one that does not depend upon the qualities of the object of this love, but in spite of it. And this is the kind of love we are to have towards our neighbor, too, and yes, even towards our enemies: those who are arrayed against us, who curse and hate us, those who despitefully use and abuse us.

As Dr. Lloyd-Jones explains it:  “The whole secret of living this kind of life is that man should be utterly detached.  He must be detached from others in the sense that his behavior is not governed by what they do.  But still more important, he should be detached from himself, for until a man is detached from himself, he will never be detached from what others will do to that self. ”   For as long as a man or woman is living for self, he or she will always be sensitive and reacting to what others will do towards oneself, therefore, “the only way to detach yourself from what others do to you is to detach yourself from yourself.”

Hence our treatment of others must not be dependent on how they treat us, or how they are towards us, but rather, dictated by how we view them and their condition.  Instead of reacting to their negative treatment, our actions toward them are to be governed by the principle of love: to understand that their attacks towards us either are due to the basic imperfection and failings of human nature,  and/or perhaps influenced by the god of this world; therefore, we are to pray for them.

Detachment from self, dying to self, takes supernatural grace, and the good news is that it is possible for a Christian to carry out this kind of love by living his or her life in Christ.  For in Him, and by the power of the Holy Spirit, we are a new creation who can live in this present evil world at a higher level, belonging to a different kingdom, the kingdom of God.

D. G. Vachal © 2012, 2025

 

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The Fire of Your Fingertips

The Fire of Your Fingertips

I will not take this warmth for granted
as I behold the fire
of your fingertips,
woodwinds of your voice
carried by soft breezes —

tomorrow holds a sheet of white:
leafless branches
in the wintry blizzard winds,
little do I know
if you will be beside me still —

I will not take this warmth for granted
as I behold the fire
of your fingertips.

D. G. Vachal © 2025



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Colors of Summer

Colors of Summer

My love, summer colors
bloom with the glow we have known
through the years
beside you I stand
bone of your bones,
flesh of your flesh
as in the wondrous days of Eden —

Take me to the dance
of asters and anemones
as we waltz with the westerly wind,
warble with song sparrows,
soar with the laughter of seagulls
above iridescent sand dunes
of northeastern shores —

these very moments

while the grass teems with greenness,
imperceptibly
the August warmth turns celadon
clusters of grapes
into purple,
ripe for wine harvest.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Love Haiku 43:45

Love Haiku 43:45

43

Blazing white sunlight
tanned feet stroll the golden sands
your strong arms, my warmth

44

palm fronds dance and sway
zephyrs and soft gentle rain
your face, my shelter

45

sunset bids farewell
peach and pink turn indigo
your eyes, my starlight

D. G. Vachal © 2025


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Nature’s Chase

Nature’s Chase

In the ivory warmth of summer
while frogs croak among the lily pads
and rustling leaves make harp-like music,
two squirrels scamper in a sprint
one behind the other:

scurrying sounds, a tangled mass of fur,
a frenzied steeple chase
across freshly mown grass,
then up the leaf-laden tree branches
and down again,
vanish into the swampy woods —

In the utmost heat of summer’s day
while orange-winged cicadas buzz and whine
and nikko blue hydrangeas droop from drought,
two swallows break forth in ecstatic flight
one behind the other:

chirps and gurgles, a tangled mass of feathers,
ferris wheels in the air
as they traverse gabled roofs,
alight leaf-laden tree branches
and up again,
vanish into the azure sky —

Have you witnessed nature’s chase?

There is a time
for playful pursuit,
a time
for slowing down,
to gaze into each other’s eyes,
walk hand in hand,
vanish
into the emerald forest.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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A Summer Remembrance

A Summer Remembrance

at the end of daytime fever
I hear the thunder
rumbling in the distance
a forgotten song from long ago —

is it you, my lost love,
your beloved voice
resonant
in the clouds,
a lament of lavender longing
and the firefly lightnings —

did you come to let me know
infinitely far from the miles of sky
that you remember my smile,
and how life would have been
filled with flowers
if we walked hand in hand
in the summer rain,
just you and I  —

now comes the twilight,
the rumbling thunder fades
into a sigh
and I walk in my garden
alone
with this poignant longing
of holding your hand.

D. G. Vachal (c) 2025

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The Warmth of Summer Rain

featured in my poetry book “Where Love Dwells”, one of my favorite poems.

The Warmth of Summer Rain

I walk
barefoot
upon the springtime grass,
moss and lichen,
I am

flesh and bone
upon the cobblestones,
smoldering coals
upon melting snow,
I await

the warmth of summer rain
flowing
into ebony bowls of loam
where barks of lilacs come to rest
from their blooming,
they smile
at the dance of lilies —

I have traveled the continents
of the years,
countries of the seasons
under the opiate canopy
of space and time —

The years tell stories
upon the lecterns
of my face,
still
I am

younger than my days,
I carry the heart of a little child,
my tiny feet frolic
in the white linen warmth
of  summer rain.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013, 2025

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Twilight


Twilight

Miles have I traveled this dusty road,
my feet throb from the journey’s pain   
as miniscule pebbles gather in my shoes,
and slowing down I think upon you
these ardent summer moments —

Will I ever find you again
if I retrace my steps,
remember the words I uttered
when you were by my side —

I only know that if I turn back,
the feeble light will fade
and soon
the darkness will engulf me.

I keep on walking,
closer, closer towards the golden sky  
that sings a sentimental melody
and for a fleeting moment I close my eyes —

I see your smile
then I know
you are beside me still.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Love Haiku 40:42

Love Haiku 40:42

40


beyond the distance
beneath the blossoming sky
footsteps of my love


41

pastel memories
silent waters call your name
willow branches bend

42

warmth on green mountains
emerald forest breezes
we walk hand in hand


D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Longest Day

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

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Garden Haiku

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

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“Petals Under Moonlight”



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

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I Must Go to the Fields Again

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

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Love Haiku 37:39

Love Haiku 37:39

37

soft wind rustles leaves
dance of downy white feathers
your hands hold my heart.


38

indigo waters
the deep i cannot fathom
your strength my anchor.

39

water lilies bloom
pink and ivory petals
your smile my delight.


D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Towards End of April

Towards End of April

gentler now the winds
while colors turn vibrant
and perfumed air
tiltillates my nostrils,
arouses my senses —

I was accustomed to the comfort
of my cold dreams,
aloft in clouds
of forgetfulness,
now comes April’s light
at dawn —

beneath the infinite sky
the feeble glow of constellations
illuminates pathways
unfathomable:
winding miles to travel
before winter.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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The Amazing Gift of Eternal Life

And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.” John 17:3

Life in this world is temporary and limited, but there is a life different from the mere existence that most human beings can comprehend.  It is an amazing life, and it can be said that the reason the Son of God came into the world was to offer this kind of life to those who believe in Him. It is the gift of a life that lasts forever, measured not simply by its duration, but by its intense and distinctive quality.

Eternal life brings us into fellowship with God.  Into this life are given the exceeding great and precious promises of God, enabling us to be partakers of the divine nature (2 Peter 1:4).  When we are born again through faith in Christ, we do not simply become “better persons”; we share and participate in the very life and nature of God: we are in God, and God is in us, a mystical conception and a reality that is staggering to the human mind.

It is a life of purpose, sharing in God’s interests and objectives, whereby we become partners in God’s great plan of salvation for the world.  We feel God’s grief over sin and see evil as a real force that manipulates the lives of mankind in their enmity against God. Hence we live to push forward the kingdom of light against the kingdom of darkness.

God becomes very real to us. We are steadily aware and certain of His presence. It is a life of communion with God and knowing Him as our Father, recognizing that we are never alone because God is constantly with us and that our lives are in His hands.

Eternal life is knowing God. What could be more amazing than that?

* Reference: Martyn Lloyd-Jones, Fellowship With God, Crossway Books, Wheaton, Illinois, 1993, pp. 56-85

D. G. Vachal 2012, 2025
* Photography: Sunrise by Knowles Gallery @ Flickr cc 

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Love Haiku 34:36

Love Haiku 34:36

34

My beloved’s eyes
sapphire as the moonlit sky,
cerulean ocean.

35

My beloved’s voice
echoes deep like the cello
my heart’s evening song.

36

My beloved’s arms
embrace me with fireside warmth
I shiver no more.


D. G. Vachal © 2025

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April

April

Here you come once again
with your delicate rains:
petals break forth like the rainbow
while scarlet-breasted robins
alight
upon the thickening carpet
of emerald grass —

You perplex me so:
warm and cold,
endearing and aloof,
the way long-forgotten loves
drove me to the very edge
of madness —

O April,
enshroud me in the intimacy
of your mysteries,
then will I comprehend the reason
for the ethereal blossoms
fragrant
in the month of May.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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The Teacup of Today

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  Psalm 118:24

 In the midst of a frenzied afternoon at work today, I paused to read an email from my daughter Amy:

“I’ve been thinking about this quote a lot lately:  “This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  The last two words, “in it”, are what have me thinking. The phrase makes it seem like it’s a special place – a porcelain cup, specially made, specially prepared – to rejoice, to revel, to live fully in — when you are in something like a cup of tea, surrounded.”

Any given second, any given breath, we are within the walls of a day. We can’t see tomorrow – and so we can only treat it with what we can’t see – with hope (but how great is our hope when we think about Jesus)? We see only today, and our hands, and our feet, and our loved ones, and whatever else God has given us for today. “

What Amy wanted to tell me is that today is not only a special time, but a unique and wondrous place designed by God for us to live and breathe in.

The porcelain teacup of today.

I smile at the thought of today and of pink porcelain cups.

D. G. Vachal (c) 2012, 2025

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A Burning Heart – A Sonnet

A Burning Heart A Sonnet

O that within me dwells a burning heart
That blazes like a bonfire on the shore
When twilight comes the purple colors soar
As lemon rays of daylight soon depart —
O that the light find I when darkness starts
And warmth when winter chills me to the core
With light and warmth I could not ask for more
For of life’s miracles take I a part.

O stand and see and for the old paths ask
Walk on in paths that lead to the good way
Beside you will be Truth, the Way, the Life
To give your soul the rest in midst of strife
Your heart will burn with love in night and day,
Through seasons, light and warmth to guide your tasks.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Thus says the Lord: Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls. But they said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ – Jeremiah 6:16 NKJV

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Love Haiku 31:33

Love Haiku 31:33

31

asleep beside me
peaceful as a joyful lamb
songs of jade meadow

32

moonbeams and starlight
white petals turn lavender
your voice calls my name

33

spring tide and neap tide
the ocean breathes with the moon
your heart beats with mine

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Momentary Blooms

Momentary Blooms

Are there memories
senseless
to logical sentiments,
written off as never-
happenstance hypotheses
by mountain goat-bearded
wise sages —

why then
do rainbow whirlwinds
hover over peripheries
of my befuddled mind,
radiate
in the recessive
penumbra
of my tranquil heart —

thoughts of loves
long forgotten
momentarily bloom
like purple
crocus petals
on the frigid soil
of weather-beaten
March gardens —

why then
do they disappear
in April.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

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Yet Will I Trust In Thee

Yet Will I Trust in Thee – A Sonnet

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.” Job 13:15 KJV

Though Thou slay me, yet will I trust in Thee
Thou holdest my fragile world in Thy hand,
The tides and seasons turn at Thy command —
Speck of dust am I in eternity,
Bestowed a moment’s breath on earth to be —
The wildest joys came I to comprehend,
Life’s strange conundrums yet to understand,
Someday revealed in immortality.

I have no stake in my own life but Thine,
Possessing nothing in this world but Thee
Thou sittest in the altar of my heart
The ever purest love I know is mine
Through hail and thunderstorms I have one plea
That from Thy house I never will depart.

D. G. Vachal © 2025


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End of February

Aspen trees of rural Toten by Balke, Norway, in January 2025.

End of February

delicate brush strokes,
embroidery of deer
mouse tracks,
red fox paw prints
melt in the snow —

music
in the white silence,
aspen trees
trembling in the wind
put on flesh and sinew —

long have I shivered
in the cold,
long have I huddled
by the fire —

I only know
the long-awaited promise
draws near.






D. G. Vachal © 2025

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How Could You Ever Love Me

How Could You Ever Love Me

How could you ever love me
now
after so many winters past,
carved rivulets form
upon my face,
winter cold tunnels
furrow
nettled branches
upon my lips —

now
when my arms and legs
are krummholz,
tree branches
disfigured by cruel
north winds —

what ever do you see
in my tired eyes
the way one tenderly beholds
a newborn eaglet
breaking from its shell
expectant
for its maiden flight —

do you see beyond the farthest
ebony-ice mountains,
the mystery of the uttermost
remote white stars,
the silent moon,
disregard
the momentary sparkle
of the here and now —

how could you ever love me
bone and marrow,
petal and sepal,
root and river.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Image by Susan-lu4esm@pixabay

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Love Haiku 28:30

Love Haiku 28:30

28

our love a sculpture
secluded in a garden
under ancient stars

29

time peels the casing
of our long-forgotten dreams
my heart holds them still

30

a remembered kiss
glows as a flame in the sky
embers at twilight

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Image by Tante Tati @pixabay

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Winter Tanka 1:2

1

flock of geese in flight
black petals against the sky
can you hear their call
on a sunset in winter
discordant harmonicas

2

trees in winter’s sun
cast long afternoon shadows
snow on their branches
wingéd angels garbed in white
singing praise in high places

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Images by Hans Benn @pixabay; Fietzfotos@pixabay

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Winter Haiku 15:17

15

January light
slowly dove-grey turns the sky
rains jasmine petals

16

lost in dark forest
i long for flames you kindled
to warm my cold arms


17

yet sparrow alights
upon a skeletal branch
sings in stark winter


D. G. Vachal © 2025

Image by Myungho Lee @Pixabay




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Where Love Dwells – My First Poetry Book

Dear Friends,

I am excited to share that my first poetry book, “Where Love Dwells” has been published and is now available on Amazon in Kindle, paperback and hardcover formats.


Following are the links to the versions:

Kindle

Paperback

Hardcover

It is a privilege to share in the love of writing with you all, my fellow-bloggers. Here’s to more exciting themes and discoveries to write about in 2025!

With faith, hope and love,

D. G. Vachal

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To the Living Among Us All

To the Living Among Us All

My soul dwells secure
in pleasant mountains
Creator-carved,
where cloud-sent rains
descend to quench
desiccated tongues
and rays of molten sun
embrace 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 among us all —

every sacred
miraculous moment
of what we call
today.

D. G. Vachal © 2015, 2025

Image by pladicon2012acacias@pixabay

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Suddenly December

Suddenly December

Winter without warning:
surreptitious arctic air
connives with the wolverine wind,
reap the harvest of fallen petals
and gem-colored leaves —

too soon the parting
of melancholic seasons,
the reluctant goodbye
to a place
where you and I once stood
and time was an intruding
stranger —

truly once
there was such a place —

suddenly December
rainbow colors
of moments past
covered
with pristine snow.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by Erik Karits @pixabay

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Love Haiku 25:27

Love Haiku 25:27


25

there’s no forgetting
love lives in eternal skies
speak to me, my love

 26

sunbeam-kissed branches
broidered with golden garments
your smile my candle

27

solitary walk
pale petals parched by the cold
i await my love


D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image from Pixabay

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Voices at the Door

Voices at the Door

fingerprints
on the ribbed window pane
crust crumbs
on the kitchen floor
apple cider bubbling
on the stove —

where have the children gone
I hug them in the warmth
of hearth fires,
hear their laughter
in the songs
of the autumn wind —

leaves plummet in violent swirls
like flocks of sandpipers
landing on the shore
topaz and rubies fade
into the salmon sky —

before winter comes
I long to hear
the steps returning
and voices at the door” .

D. G. Vachal © 2024

* “the steps returning and voices at the door” is a passage from J. R. R. Tolkien’s poem ” I Sit Beside the Fire and Think”

Image by J Plenio @pixabay

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Autumn in the Gloaming

Autumn
in the long platinum
light of the gloaming
when pearls of time arrive and depart
with the wind-swept leaves —

I feel your nearness
your gazing eyes are falling stars
from the ebony sky,
your tender voice rustles the fern fronds
as you call my name —

tell me,
have I spoken your name with tenderness
at suspended moments
before the turning of a hundred seasons —

beyond the ocean tides of forgetting
have you come back to remember
what I have already forgotten —

Autumn in the gloaming,
mottled colors
cloaked in the deep purple mist
of my remembrances.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by James Wheeler @ Pixabay

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Could I Have Loved You More

Could I Have Loved You More

could I have loved you more
at moments  
when my heart
refrained from speaking —

would I at springtime sing
with tulips and apple blossoms
when as for love
there are no words?

silent was I in summer
amidst the warbled
music of bluebirds,
silent still
when peonies bloomed
scarlet
upon the velvet grass —

in autumn splendor
could I have loved you more
standing there
adorned in sunset gold and amethyst,
my muted syllables
would be stifled
by the melody
of violins and woodwinds —

when winter ivory feathers
clothe the swaying birch branches
would there be words of colors
to paint a love
more than a heart
can hold?

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by Alain Audet @pixabay

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Laughter of October

Laughter of October

Mirth at sunset:
herons scream like children
in the shallows,
golden shafts of light
play with the shadows
of auburn leaves —

Come to me,
stay awhile,
for the laughter of October
is upon my face,
a golden glow,
a raging fire that hides
in the Indian summers
of my heart.

D. G. Vachal © 2012, 2014

Image by digital2 @flickr commons

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October Cold Comes: Love Haiku 22:24

22

time raged like a storm
thoughts of you erased by winds,
drowned by high waters

23

leaves blush, turn crimson
others in golden splendor
you behold my face

24

October cold comes
mauve chrysanthemums blossom
warm my hand with yours


D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by ignartonosbg @pixabay