Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Tag: Postaday
Weekly Photo Challenge: On Top
My entry(a little late, this week) for The Weekly Photo Challenge:On Top.
Imprisoned
His self-absorbed complacence was pierced by the whack of the slamming door. The swish of her departure created a backdraft, as the loose-swinging portal was flung back on its own hinges into the jamb. Just as she’d been swinging aimlessly in the breeze when… Continue Reading “Imprisoned”
Patchwork Garden
Patchwork Garden My garden grows with little help from me, Displaying twenty shades of verdant hue, In awe, I bow to beauty, simplicity, That a “Kiss of the Sun” can do. The daffodils and lilies get their clue, From nature’s thawing earth and sunlit days, To… Continue Reading “Patchwork Garden”
Dog Days of Spring
Sharply cold, his foot pads on the grass, He scurries frantically to beat the crowd, They, the better vantage point from which to spy and seize the trinkets locked inside. But he with savvy nose and limber bones, Discovers those that hide from humankind,… Continue Reading “Dog Days of Spring”
Fortuity
As schoolyard beaus they shared a trance-like smile, ‘cross the expanse, mere sight lines through the fence, Her goal; to reach his heart-space without guile, To share a glance of innocence (impulsive child)! By time they reached the ripe, old age of ten… Continue Reading “Fortuity”
Happy “Birth” Day
“Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold”, and yet his sister, Spring, crept near, A quickening within, imbued a calming peace, I teetered on the brink; embraced my fear. Months of wafting breezes through the sheers, Unfolding rainbows, blinking on the billows, Nestled soft… Continue Reading “Happy “Birth” Day”
Legacy of Love
My baby girl is mother of two sons, They lean on her and she depends on them, They give her strength, and warmth, and days of inner calm, She gives them all she is and will become, My baby girl is mother of two… Continue Reading “Legacy of Love”
A Parent’s Prayer
On this balmy April night, As bloodmoon rises silent, ‘Cross the gauzy, purple heavens, On this balmy, April night, I breathe a silent, fervent prayer, of thanksgiving, For God’s greatest gifts.
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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