The Poems of David Garlick
Dark and dank, the dead leaves lie, a blanket on the frosted ground. While dormant bulbs, in slumber rest, to wait the coming of the spring This dank but golden patch work quilt, a bounty from the noble trees, that shade the grass in summer time, now returns to nurture it. For […]
I’ve found a place where I’m at peace, a place with many friends. With golden sand, seas that chant and palms that clap their hands. The wind blows gently, in my hair and I can be, just me, as flowers bright sing songs of love, “of love?” you say, to me. Yes of […]
In a wide valley, where mountains lean back from a carpet of lakes, we spent a final mother’s day. There, floating gardens are tended from flat bottomed boats. Lotus lilies eye the sky and Kingfishers hover. A last few hours together, we wished it would not end but life was cruel, always good […]
Somehow between the sea and sky, the colour of our being exists. It varies with our changing moods, from sun lit mauve to sullen gray, as our aura’s mantle flares, to show the spectrum of our souls. David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, January 1997