The Poems of David Garlick
Blow, Wind, blow, I bow before you. Rain, Clouds, rain, your soft tears refresh me. Snow, flakes, snow, your white cloak protects me. Freeze, frost, freeze, your crystals adorn me. Shine, sun, shine, your bright rays warm me. Lance, lightning, lance, your spears do not harm me. For I […]
In the spring before the blooms – dress the trees in bridal gowns; stark the branches in the sky, cold wind and rain to chill the soul. Pretty though the blooms may be, still I love those branches bare, for the promise that they hold, for the joy that they will bring. So I […]
Black is not dark in a coalmine. Black smells of graft and brass. A job for hard, tough men; coal dust under finger nails. In the black these men sing and voices fill the shadows. We are a family, we miners. This mine is our life blood. Wife and children up top; where they […]
The snow has almost gone. It lies in green edged clouds on crushed lawns and in wet ditches. Soon, like sugar in coffee, it will melt leaving only a kind memory and a loving last lick. I love the snow, it tickles me as it floats to earth; like feathers, drifting, weaving, tumbling, falling, […]