Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Secret Sanctum
Was barely eight when first I found,
This hidden hollow for my sticks and stones,
and hunted sea glass; from the world around,
I never tired, in this blissful zone.
One day, flamboyant, signaling sound disclosed,
Irritated first, I watched, transformed anew,
The sunny, sheltered space, now changed, transposed
by vine-like, jumbled stems, a nest or two!
I saw my treasures still ‘neath stained green-blue
of mossy beds and tangled, twisted roots,
my point; save chirping birds from tumbling through,
I protecting, guarding, in cahoots.
My life-long appetite for birding shared (at last)
with grandsons, knighted sentries: Torch now passed.
This was written in response to the Wordle below. However, I was inspired by the exquisite joy I feel as a grandmother, when sharing the simple memories of my childhood (like a secret treasure hole in an old tree trunk) with them and see again, through their eyes,once the wonder of discovery and adventure that I once felt. I pass my loving torch to them each day, through small moments such as these.
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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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Beautiful. Love it.
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I love this! Beautiful. I believe this is my first visit to your blog. I very much enjoyed it.
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Thank you. I am so happy that you stopped by and glad that you enjoyed the sonnet. I’ll return the visit!
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