Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Sonnet
Ode to Bandit
He wakens with the birds and begs me to join, Exuberant, racing down the stairs to grass, Midst scatter’ing squirrels and pre-dawn cooing doves, His happiness unbridled, life’s a gas. Reluctant, I begin with aches and moans, His spirit wins me over every time,… Continue Reading “Ode to Bandit”
Hibernation
Silent, steadfast, still through the wintry blasts, Storms return then ebb and rage again, Immured within, suspended, as in fast, Colony awaits to reawaken. Workers huddle, clustered round the queen, Saving stores of nectar, drones exiled, Few survive the frigid months between the warmth… Continue Reading “Hibernation”
Emergence
Another week, a Wednesday-weather day, Wave on white-out wave coats bark and bough, But something’s different, something in the way the sound of spring thaw drowns away the plow. My soul needs but take pause, renew my vow to smell a rose or… Continue Reading “Emergence”
Beyond the Blind
Cliff rises, shear and sharply, up from earth, O’er glacier lake so still and icy sheen, whilst whistling winds, faint whisper of new birth, Alive and teeming, wild, beyond tree-green. There, Wolf’s demeanor, practiced, hiding girth, With patience practiced (spy his piercing eyes), Cajoling, mean,… Continue Reading “Beyond the Blind”
The Gift
Now stormy days subside, suspended sense inevitable silence, once the winds abate, As snow melts deep beneath the thaw-starved dense, and branch-strewn turf, I breath a sigh and wait. What am I waiting for? A wiped-clean slate, As Mother Earth, from sunlight, bright, restored,… Continue Reading “The Gift”
PAT-TERN
I softly fold it, setting it aside, A moment more to tag (To…From…), A crocheted throw, (another one?) indeed, But this was for the young man he’s become. No more the baby blues of soft layettes, No more the booties, hats and mitten sets,… Continue Reading “PAT-TERN”
Home (Revisited)
The whine of tyke bikes, go carts whirring by, The block where long our house is standing tall, The lawn of seven shades of bluegrass rye, While I, from front-porch rocker, watch it all. We pedal ’round the town, inhaling Fall The nippy, clear,… Continue Reading “Home (Revisited)”
Subjective Perspective
The point of one’s perspective may be blind, (I mused) when spying gay-adorned displays, For deep within the recess of my mind, The mimeographed script again replayed. We children, both, role-playing on that day so long ago, he was the soldier boy, And I,… Continue Reading “Subjective Perspective”
Repurposed Life
A weathered greenhouse, built to shield, protect young specimens within, from wintry wind, To magnify and golden rays project, Injuring seedlings from the seasons’ clime. Hardy pots reside outside, aligned along the curb, or sheltered from the fray, Beneath the wooden, weathered, a-framed splines,… Continue Reading “Repurposed Life”
Here Comes The Moon
On the eve of The Masterwork Chorus’ “Masterwork Mania”(a fundraiser program of Beatles music), I am sitting in a hospital room, knowing that I won’t be joining my fellow choristers, this time around. A sudden onset of diverticulitis has temporarily derailed me. A consolation… Continue Reading “Here Comes The Moon”
Traveler
Traversing over pebbled, stick-strewn treads, While on my daily walk, out in the wild, I came to where the road diverged ahead And mused which way; then paused, in awe, beguiled. You’d think a was a young ‘un, just a child entranced by stories… Continue Reading “Traveler”
Pedestrians
These breezy dawns of damp and shifting grains Compel us to return, these endless days, Bare-footed and bare-pawed, we stroll the same, unpaved path of swirling, breaking waves. In solitude (we wish we could allay the inevitable masses, as the light erases misty morns… Continue Reading “Pedestrians”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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