Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Camofoliaged
As limbs rise skyward, ever seeking light,
One stands in awe at Mother Nature’s shears,
Though likened to a bonsai, man-made sight,
Intrinsic beauty crafted through the years.
Yet deep beneath the foliage, hid from fear,
Some denizens depending to subsist,
Within a secret robin’s nest, are heirs,
Precariously nestled hatchlings in the mist.
And glancing to more critters, co-existing
on sinewed branches, highways in the trees,
A chipmunk scurries southward toward the grist,
Hung suet-feeder swaying in the breeze.
The lesson is to pause for longer glance
at foliage lush, for nature’s fine nuance.
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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