Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Of Shared Strolls, Sandy Beaches and Miracles
- Ponte Vedra Sunrise, March, 2014
Damp grains of sand fill up all the spaces ‘tween my toes,
As foaming surf rushes to embrace the shore,
Erasing every foot-mold, as if they’d never been.Companioned only by a plain-tone plover, we stroll
slowly, stopping only for a peek beneath a broken shell;
We both seem to crave this shared solitude.Each in search of sustenance; mine, a spiritual salve,
A certain remedy (as sea and shore have always been),
For chasing ills and sadness back to other worlds.Profoundly quiet, shimmering dawn will live in memory,
And with each flash, recall to mind this blessed gift,
This miracle morning, stirring in my soul.
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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