The Poems of David Garlick
When the Loons call as evening falls, a haunting cry across the golden lake, and trees that lace a hilltop turn black against the orange sky. Then our eyes and ears enchanted by these gifts that we enjoy. Give thanks in silent gratitude for our senses, lives and friends David Garlick, Quesnel, July, 1994 […]
Sometimes when dreaming, I run. Gently enjoying the beauty of the land and that youthful ease and grace, once found. No tiring muscles or loss of breath, just flowing movement and cool air. The pace so easy that feet fly – in great strides, devouring the miles that escape beneath my heels. The […]
Early in the year, Maple buds form. New life quickens on the down swept branches. As the days lengthen, kind spring warms the air, gentle breezes rock leaf cradles, life stirs. Fat buds bursting, blooms show, bright green. Then leaves appear when warmth opens them. Summer flows across the land, leaves stretch out to […]
Can any one look back and say that they have never made mistakes. Or that their actions, at some time weren’t foolish and now make them cringe. Mostly we blush to think that we said things or did some thoughtless acts. That seemed so smart and full of wit but now seem crass or […]