Another Love

I sometimes wonder if you understand me, when I say that I love you? But then I wonder if I understand you when you purr and gently lick my chin.   Perhaps I do and it makes me glad. David Garlick, Sidney, January 2004

Boughs

Through the leaded lattice of my window the lacy boughs of oak trees greet my eye. Some times in autumn flame or winter bareness or budding spring to green a cloudy sky but when summers leafy velvet dresses the tangled web of branches that I see. I lie here gladdened by the beauty and that […]

A Tree

  A tree on a hill. Not on the crest, just on the side. There are many other trees higher up, lower down. I will never be a huge tree; just a tree!   A breeze wafts, my leaves flutter. A wind blows, my branches move and my leaves speak. A gale blasts and my […]

A Blossom Fell

A pink petal fell. The yielding earth received her. We will not forget.   David Garlick, Denver, Colorado, April 2001