The Poems of David Garlick
I love the early morning time, just as the sky is turning grey and birds in song their voices raise, in greetings to the dawning day. And having pushed the window wide, I sneak into a world of green there, camouflaged against a rock, I lie in wait, unheard, unseen. Then all at once […]
I was sitting by a river, shaded by a tree. There I wept, for my lover, who’d deserted me. My heart heavy, all seemed hopeless, tears flowed endlessly. Like the river that I sat by, beneath the willow tree. Then a songbird came enquiring, head cocked, he looked at me. And his eyes […]
Blue skies that dome a Prairie plane. Cold air that sparkles in the sun. Poplars standing stark and bare. Cattle steaming in a field. A snowy owl sits white and still, eyes staring, with unblinking gaze. Hoar frost, like strings of brilliant gems, festoons the branches of a tree. Nostrils tingle with each breath, which […]
The buzinezz of beez iz flying and zooming. Guzzling nectar, pollinating fruit treez. Darting and hovering round bloomz in the garden, backwardz and forwardz and sidewayz as well. Pollen on hairy legz and fuzzy abdomen, feelerz that tickle a flowerz insidez. Dancing the wax framez, to tell their fellowz where bright bloomz are waiting […]