Ancient, New

Two Loons silver sea. Speckled as a pebble beach. Ancient bird, fresh scene.     David Garlick  

Evening Light

  Sunny mist clouded the golden sea. Evening light on the inlet where fir hills stepped up to the sky and all was peace. David Garlick, Sidney, September, 2000

A Promise

If you should ever need me call my name. For I will come in haste to clasp your hand, and press your troubled heart close to my own. There though the flame of love no longer flares, an ember waits beneath years’ graying ash. Waiting but breath to stir it once again, kindling what was […]

A Haiku

Snow on mountain peaks. Bright against gray of sorrow. Is life black and white?     David Garlick