A Haiku
Lowly moss in shade. Seeking the meaning of life? Small is beautiful. David Garlick
The Poems of David Garlick
Lowly moss in shade. Seeking the meaning of life? Small is beautiful. David Garlick
It is only a small absence. But she leaves a vacuum. It is only a small place. But it echoes with her. There are no great rooms. But only empty spaces. She is only a small person. But she fills the house with ghosts. We are only little people. But I sense a great cavern. […]
Sunny mist clouded the golden sea. Evening light on the inlet where fir hills stepped up to the sky and all was peace. David Garlick, Sidney, September. 2000
Riches are one thing, Being happy another. Try to understand. (Or be grateful.) David Garlick