Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Well-struck Notes
This category is intended to highlight posts that have struck a sonorous note for me or my readers, or which, either through the living of them or the retelling of them, occupy a particularly special place in my heart.
An Unexpected Gift
T’was nights before Christmas…(which scarf shall I wear)? Snow scenes sprinkled broadly or red-green silk threads Perplexed, which to choose, perhaps I’d defer to simple Noel pin with garnets, instead. My choices strewn carelessly on my made bed, I turned for a moment to… Continue Reading “An Unexpected Gift”
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”
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)”
This Earthly Plane
This earthly plane on which we mere subside, Seems other worldly, wistfully serene, A plane between where sky and sea collide, Where humankind do live and dare to dream. Is earth a conjured backdrop for our schemes? We know it’s mere a sphere amid… Continue Reading “This Earthly Plane”
Eileen’s Lullaby
Today I came upon a weathered item, While sorting through mementos from the past, A single, tiny photo of my sister, Young mom with babe in arms, old times now flashed. She, standing by a screen, the sunlight filtering in, to rest upon her… Continue Reading “Eileen’s Lullaby”
In Search of Eden
Watercolor wisps paint each new dawn, So t’was in the beginning, nascent time, Untrodden shores, calm seas, the slate is clean.
Vivid
Vivid I remember the excitement and anticipation that we felt when Daddy would say (as he reliably did each Sunday afternoon): “Who wants to go to Grunning’s?” With squeals of delight we scrambled into the back of his old station wagon that served not… Continue Reading “Vivid”
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 The Way to Disney World…
On the way to Disney World with grandsons all in tow,
I spied some topiary bulls that looked like buffalo…
Forces of Nature
Forces of Nature Bleak days tumbled into months un-sunned, The path lay dormant, absent footfall sound, Neath cloak of white, in stealth, the damage done. With man’s best friend, in tandem ’twas begun, Before the chill they’d set out, forest bound, Bleak days tumbled… Continue Reading “Forces of Nature”
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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