Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Healing Hibernation
November…
I know because a gray cloud cloaks my soul,
I stand upon the brink of day, though predawn sky’s still dark.I trust a spark of morning’s bursting light will soon burn through,
Lifting fog, creating clarity,
Slash a way to scrape through buried pain,
Acceptance.It will take time…
So, too, becoming jaded to the cold
and drenching rain; but it will come; Fate must be satisfied.I’ll gather strength to face the solitary winter wait,
Like bulbs beneath the over-wintered ground,
For warmth to burgeon through, to bloom once more,
Emergence.
Written for The Sunday Whirl, 
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
Opal Reflections 