Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Sonnet
Of Shade and Light
Invading all my senses, warmth and light upon my back, I never thought to view a sunrise, as a spreader of the bright rays, whilst I, enshadowed; sight’s renewed. My folio is filled with golden hues, Of morns and suns, ‘cross beaches, lakes and… Continue Reading “Of Shade and Light”
Sheffield Sunrise
It’s been some time since last I scrunched those blades of summer grass, dew-drenched beneath my feet, Yet mem’ries still live, verdant, but now shades of what was once renewal, soul’s retreat. I’d wake before the dawn to catch the sweet, pre-sunrise moments, as… Continue Reading “Sheffield Sunrise”
In Aeternam
This room, this space, this temporary place, Awaiting and prepared for curtain call, Two hundred voices sing, in hallowed space, A timeless opus, swept up and enthralled. “Libera me”, staves fly fast before my eyes, Rising and descending hopes and fears, Pleading desperation, truth… Continue Reading “In Aeternam”
Magnificat
A glimpse of heaven in a drop rain, Emerging spring buds straining to burst free, At first, I only see the the snow’s remains, Yet, as I think upon it, more I see. A drop of rain, a grain of sand, a breeze, We… Continue Reading “Magnificat”
Morning Ritual
He wakes at dawn with lust for life and glee, Shaking off the night shades, jingling tags (the clinking of his collar) call to me: “Wake up and join me, see my tail’s a wag.” Bounding down the first flight, waits; while I with… Continue Reading “Morning Ritual”
Rocking Chair
There nothing quite alluring as that chair So finely crafted, sanding-wheeled and glazed, Hand-rubbed, enhancing grain and curves with care, And waiting just for me to be amazed. When placed with will, upon the porch so grand, Two-storied decks of un-named mountain inn, Aligned,… Continue Reading “Rocking Chair”
Snow
It lay upon the crunchy winter sod, It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats, (a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond), And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass. The night before, while stoking coals in hearth, Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck,… Continue Reading “Snow”
The Mind’s Eye
Wish for seasons past, the golden, olden days of yore, a boy at heart bends low to peek at village denizens, some worn with age, Some opened new, and “Christmas Tree Shop” sleek. Remembered flood of youth’s pure joy, he seeks, Ride sugarplums of… Continue Reading “The Mind’s Eye”
After the Storm
Dampened, drenched planks beneath my feet, Each step unfolds reflected, unslaked scenes, As steady waters flow, e’er silently, sedate, At close of day, imbued with subtle gleam. Perhaps they’re just mirages or conjured dreams, But no, I’ve been here thousand times before, And tho… Continue Reading “After the Storm”
Parallel Paths
Through the drinking glass, I glance a clue, A stem of unreality unfolds, A mere illusion or does this ring true, And how am I to know which story’s told? We’ll likely never know while living bold, Pursuing daily chores, ignoring fate, Perhaps there’s… Continue Reading “Parallel Paths”
Mornings in The Mist
As summertime returns I feel a sense of something missing, ne’er to be again, My Sheffield mornings, fogged-in valleys drenched in mist, ‘neath Berkshire mountain chain. These memories will ever play, repeat, To make me smile, each time I feel the damp of dewy… Continue Reading “Mornings in The Mist”
A Twist on Trees
More than lovely, more than seaside shade, Symbolizing strength, endurance, tempting fate, Clinging for her life through gales and swales, Yet ever twisting upward, winding straight. She’s home to flora and fauna of the isles, Her gaily painted fruits and leaves grow wild, She… Continue Reading “A Twist on Trees”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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