The Poems of David Garlick
Blow, Wind, blow, I bow before you. Rain, Clouds, rain, your soft tears refresh me. Snow, flakes, snow, your white cloak protects me. Freeze, frost, freeze, your crystals adorn me. Shine, sun, shine, your bright rays warm me. Lance, lightning, lance, your spears do not harm me. For I […]
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 […]
Walking wooded paths, I think of you, far away in time or distant place. Perhaps a dear friend or acquaintance reaching out across the fading years. How clearly I see you on that dappled trail. Each thought a drifting leaf. each year a bend of path. The kind sun warms my back and I […]