Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Sonnet
A Gift of Fleece
This pasture serves its denizens quite well A place where they can thrive while roaming free Until, like Pavlov’s dogs, they heed the bell That clangs in urgent clamoring “come see.” The trusty Sheltie rounds them up with ease, Conditioned to their four-legged shepherd’s… Continue Reading “A Gift of Fleece”
Road Trip to My Garden
Arriving here they wait for skillful hands to lift them from their soil-mussed pickup bed, To transplant them in well-prepped earthen land, New home where they’ll be watered, pruned and fed. They started off, mere seedlings, silken threads, Until their infant leaves grew strong, upright… Continue Reading “Road Trip to My Garden”
On Gregory’s Pond
As snowy blossoms gently fall to ground, A soothing, soaring, skylark song rings clear, As if to pierce the silent, deafening sound, Awakening an inner voice sincere. Reflections, closer than they oft appear when viewed head-on, no longer lie in wait, Breaking through the… Continue Reading “On Gregory’s Pond”
Summer Solstice
Chameleons under foot race in-between umbrellas, raised to shield from blinding light, Each detail planned ahead, a perfect scene, Nothing left to chance, all viewpoints right. My misty morns at ‘Poly’ fill my nights with dreamy visions, moments set in time, ’til hazy, crazy… Continue Reading “Summer Solstice”
Lace
Lace With threads of silken fibers wound around hand-carved bobbins, spools that lay in place, To rest, lest soon the complex plan confound, As brightly colored pinheads mark their space. Bolster pillows fast secure the stays, And prickings guide her expert fingers, deft, Art… Continue Reading “Lace”
Spring In Motion
I know it’s Spring because the brown hard soil beneath my feet, begins to greenish be, Before the morning light they’re chirping; all a-flutter as they gather in the trees. I know it’s Spring when safflower hulls and seeds Are strewn beneath my backyard feeding… Continue Reading “Spring In Motion”
Ephemeral
Pausing for a second at the door, Out corner of my eye, motion in the snow, I stay to watch, foregoing busy chores, The foraging of fawns and bucks and doe. Bearing silent witness to their show at times, I’m blessed to catch a glimpse, unseen,… Continue Reading “Ephemeral”
Night Vision
Stark dreams that come (un-asked for) in my sleep, Disturb my psyche, cause my soul to burn, Searing my distress, though buried deep, Predicting days ahead, doubt’s wild return. I am alarmed, I wake, I toss and turn, Attempt to understand the tongues they… Continue Reading “Night Vision”
Maternal Instinct
It’s sad to watch the roaming deer, foraging through our yard for any sustenance amid the frozen environs. Even the bird-bath is a solid block of ice. Holly leaves and bird-seed must suffice. But those eyes….
Orange Marmelade
Orange you glad that …the Weekly Photo Challenge asked us for a collection in which the color orange, is either the subject of, or the accent to, the photographs. My selection runs the gamut from wine labels and wildlife in the backyard to hand crafted mosaics, rowboats and (of course) my Pet Pooch. Enjoy!
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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