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 Haiku

The distant mountains, bright against the gray shadows. Reflect light like life.     David Garlick  

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 […]

Smiles

Eyes smile and lips part. Teeth gleam in a happy face. Laughter is catching.     David Garlick