Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Tag: Buttermilk Falls Inn
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”
Alone
ALONE: written after stopping by a sculpture of this retriever, that was hidden in the bramble bushes along a path at the Buttermilk Inn in Milton, NY. It reminded me of my grandsons’ beloved golden retrievers, Bogie and Madison. A ncient wisdom from… Continue Reading “Alone”
Which Came First…
This photo is reminiscent of the age-old conundrum: “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” This ‘split-second’ was alive, vibrant and noisy with the clucking of the colorful chickens at ‘The Aviary’ (Buttermilk Falls Inn, in Milton, NY), which holds several different… Continue Reading “Which Came First…”
Special Collection
The first time, buds abloom romantics thrilled, The first time, bending, sniffing budding rose, The first time, whippoorwills their dusk-song trilled, The first time, promising return, we posed. The last time, snowfall blocking sliders closed, The last time, snuggling closely, sipping swill, The… Continue Reading “Special Collection”
Wisdom of The Tulips (Photo Friday: Early Morning)
Sepals closed, slumb’ring still, Sun hides well o’er fog-drenched fields, Quiet, dampened dawn. ***** An almost mystical morning hush is captured in this photo, taken while strolling the grounds of the Buttermilk Inn a few weeks ago. My normal routine is to rise early… Continue Reading “Wisdom of The Tulips (Photo Friday: Early Morning)”
Shadows of Time: Photo-Haiku Trilogy
1. Sundial Shadows Endless ages pass, Casting shadows on this face, Marking time of man. *************** 2. Tree Trunk Through the Shadows Through the shadowed arch, Time-weathered, lonely tree-trunk Straggled, scraggled, stands. ********** 3. Shadow Bandit In the shadows, Waiting for a time of warmth,… Continue Reading “Shadows of Time: Photo-Haiku Trilogy”
Thoughts From The Bench
This poem was inspired by a walk in the woods at Buttermilk Falls Inn, when I came upon this long-forgotten bench. I began to think about what stories this ‘object’ might tell, could it speak. How many lovers, hand in hand, approached and stayed… Continue Reading “Thoughts From The Bench”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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