The Poems of David Garlick
So many cloudy, rainy, windy days but this one was champagne from piercing breakfast to golden evening meal. Where clouds, somber, dark against sycamore green reflect warm evening light, the mauve in pure Payne’s gray. On and on the brown and weedy river flows reflecting foxgloves, meadow sweet and buttercups, an endless ribbon in […]
Along the cut, dawn sips the cup of night. Day sounds lie silent. Ears become eyes. At this magic hour you may hear mist creep and the flutter of your thoughts taking flight. The splashy chatter of leaking lock gates. The calls of waking birds cackle of a duck. The mewing of gulls, the […]
A Wasp is a Wasp. A Bee is a Bee. The difference is really quite easy to see. For a Wasp is more streamlined, while we Bees are quite plump. Wasps attack you for fun, while we promise we wont. Wasps are a nuisance, they wont go away. Once one has arrived soon more […]
Wave on wave came crashing in with savage blows, to crush the sand, send snowy foam in graceful arc, to then retreat with sucking sighs. And in the wake, where bubbles blew and breathing holes marked hidden clams, tiny stones, shone like gems and winked the sun, hot overhead. Palm fronds rattled in the breeze, […]