The Poems of David Garlick
The buzzing of bees in Alpine meadows. Gentian and Queen Ann’s Lace, Heather and Huckleberry. An aroma of crushed herbs and tree scents that bring back pleasant memories. Fall air, warm and golden, harvested fresh in the early spring. Aged through the long days of summer to a vintage of perfection. Air, amber […]
In the spring before the blooms – dress the trees in bridal gowns; stark the branches in the sky, cold wind and rain to chill the soul. Pretty though the blooms may be, still I love those branches bare, for the promise that they hold, for the joy that they will bring. So I […]
The world of my dreams is a wondrous place, a wondrous place to be. I can dream of Lions and Tigers and such or of course, I can dream about me. I dream I can fly, high up in the sky. I dream I can breathe in the sea. I dream I can run or […]
The snow has almost gone. It lies in green edged clouds on crushed lawns and in wet ditches. Soon, like sugar in coffee, it will melt leaving only a kind memory and a loving last lick. I love the snow, it tickles me as it floats to earth; like feathers, drifting, weaving, tumbling, falling, […]