Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Photo Friday
Red Bird in a Green Tree
Photo Friday: RED…Backyard birds provide unending entertainment, but it’s the cardinals and the goldfinches that inevitably become the scene stealers.
Bandit’s Soft Spot
The photo of my overly anxious puppy, securing his favorite spot atop my ‘work-in-progress’, knitted afghan, seems a perfect response to today’s Photo Friday prompt: Soft.
Sunbathing
Perennial, she opens tender petal-arms, bathe in sun-soaked warmth. Photo Friday: Flowers
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”
Moving in Place
Incessant, intermeshing gears in play, The fire burns within to stymie fate, Pretense of moving on, yet ever stay. Out-of-tune caliope betrays, Implying that a free life lies in wait, Incessant, intermeshing gears in play. Though hues are bright, beneath there lurks the gray of oil-clogged… Continue Reading “Moving in Place”
Burnt Orange
Between the ink-black night and brand new day, Before the bright white sun’s in blinding play, Burnt orange sliver, then a band, seeps through, The light year, far-off fire flames anew, The solar star so distant, yet, the key, to who and why and… Continue Reading “Burnt Orange”
Sculpted Sand
Sun-slaked sand welcomes the onrush of wet, cool, ocean waves. All too soon, the water recedes, leaving only damp creases in its wake.
Buildings
Buildings, sparkling, bask in setting light, Seem cold, unliving, as they stand upright. Whilst deep within live hidden trials of souls, Ten thousand-fold, their stories seldom told. Behind the glaziers’ walls, hide deepest fears, Enjoining business mates ‘neath masks of cheer. Until return to shield of… Continue Reading “Buildings”
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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