A Haiku
Lowly moss in shade. Seeking the meaning of life? Small is beautiful. David Garlick
The Poems of David Garlick
Lowly moss in shade. Seeking the meaning of life? Small is beautiful. David Garlick
It is only a small absence. But she leaves a vacuum. It is only a small place. But it echoes with her. There are no great rooms. But only empty spaces. She is only a small person. But she fills the house with ghosts. We are only little people. But I sense a great cavern. […]
Riches are one thing, Being happy another. Try to understand. (Or be grateful.) David Garlick
As fleeting the time flies, a small piece of nothing, a drip from a faucet, snow flake on the sea. So small, a frail moment, that no one will notice. Yet one marks a starting another an end. So how should we measure – the minutes and hours that make up a decade, an […]