Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Month: September 2017
Rain
Rain, Sitting here inside, Waiting for the skies to clear, Hoping our vacation isn’t smeared, And yet I see only Rain, Pouring down in sheets upon this sleepy calm lagoon, It’s time has come to drench this lovely cove with cleansing droplets; Rain, I’ll… Continue Reading “Rain”
Autumnal Conundrum
It’s autumn; as my planner oft repeats, It’s autumn; yet the warming sun rays beat It’s autumn; I’ll delay my pumpkin treats for mallows, crispy-squished ‘tween graham sweets. It’s autumn; yet we’re travel’ing to the beach, It’s autumn; backyard chairs remain in reach, It’s… Continue Reading “Autumnal Conundrum”
Textured Layers
While gliding on the resort launch on our way to the Magic Kingdom, my eye was initially drawn to the brilliant, white puffy clouds hovering against a perfect sky-blue sky, as the monorail zoomed across the spanse. I snapped this Photo. It wasn’t until… Continue Reading “Textured Layers”
Freeze-frame
I remember when I was a girl of five, And pretty, colored skirts were joyous things, We’d twirl upon our coffee-table stage, With shrieks and soaring screams, for we had wings. I hadn’t thought on that for many years, Until one summer day, we… Continue Reading “Freeze-frame”
Rhapsody in Blue
I never tire of a clear morning when, while seeking a once-in-a-lifetime sunrise, I find, instead, a stunning, sparkling moon. This morning was particularly spectacular, as I could clearly delineate the crevices and crannies of the rocky moon surface. I didn’t see the man… Continue Reading “Rhapsody in Blue”
Planning for the Future
Last Sunday, after having purchased a case of freshly picked Roma tomatoes at the Summit Farmers’ Market, I spent the rest of the afternoon, prepping and canning the luscious lot. It was a messy, slippery, time-consuming afternoon, but most definitely, it was a labor of love. Someday, in the middle of… Continue Reading “Planning for the Future”
Elevated
Rain is coming! (heavens are ablaze), Sailors warning! (still, I’ve fixed my gaze), Irma’s spinning! (warnings and delays), I will face her! (If she comes my way), Morning’s dawning! (storm clouds soon will raise). WordPress: Elevate
Blurred Lines
Structure straight and perfectly aligning, A thousand stamens reaching for the sun, Each radiation delicate reminding We’re more than just ourselves, we are as one. From far perspective, branches tipped with pompons, Beckon to us: come survey our blooms, ‘Til closer in we scan… Continue Reading “Blurred Lines”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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