Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Tag: Brightwood Park
Proof of Life
It’d been a while since last I wandered deep among the thistle wilds of Brightwood Park, Sadly taking note of Winter’s toll (strewn trees lay heavy-felled upon the floor), But knowing all was well, for snags are homes to birds and beasts who nest… Continue Reading “Proof of Life”
Invitation
Come with me across the bridge! We’ve time, On mainland shore we linger and opine, A picnic just for two, we’ve brought the wine, A solitary respite, sure we’ll find, And then, perhaps, I’ll ask you to “be mine”, Come, take my hand, across… Continue Reading “Invitation”
Split Personality
Hard-spiked, standing tall Single stalk, aslant, bursts forth Wispy, silken stars. Photo Friday: #black_and_white
Shore Lines of Sight
Two shorelines clinging close to “Brightwood” lake, And wait so I may choose which path to take, For on the left a fisher-person’s dream, Sure footing, toss my line into the stream, But on the right a picnic spot awaits, And marshy coves where… Continue Reading “Shore Lines of Sight”
After The Storm
The drenching storms that caused such havoc through the night, were gone by morning’s first light. A clean and freshly showered landscape has always had a positive effect on my spirits and on this day, I knew I just had to go for a walk up to Brightwood Park, my favorite “Green Acres” reservation.
Leave-ing
A walk in the woods, as seen through the eyes of my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, choosing to heed my call, instead of romping freely through the leaves.
Adieu
The woods soft beckon on these last few days of Autumn, on the wane as chill sets in, Umbrella canopy is gone, it could not stay, We face our hopeless yearnings from within. The brook once was a rivulet, a stream that overflowed (in spring) its… Continue Reading “Adieu”
Lucid Dreams
🌲🌲🌲 He’s entering the woods as oft before, And still his heart is thumping, resolute, This path has been the backdrop to his more lucid revelations, thoughts astute. The crunch of long-dropped pine cones underfoot, Reminds him, well, that feral denizens, inhabit near, ‘neath torn-asunder… Continue Reading “Lucid Dreams”
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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