Chalk Downs

  Among fluent fields, one that is written in wheat and punctuated with poppies, a telltale of chalky soil, legends of our history, secrets of rolling Downs, great stones that talk silently. David Garlick, Salisbury Plain, England, 1997

A Blossom Fell

  A pink petal fell. The yielding earth received her. We will not forget. David Garlick, Denver, April, 2001

Summer’s Day Break

A dream had wakened me. Thoughts of yesterday and long ago, jumble of memories, haunting scenes. Sleep fled to leave me wide eyed. I rose and book in hand, shuffled into the living room to read.   So welcome is the early break of day. Gray light but full of summer promises, of welcome heat […]

A Haiku

Lowly moss in shade. Seeking the meaning of life? Small is beautiful.     David Garlick