Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Sheffield Fog
Across the glistened, grassy glens
of verdant, fertile vales and dales,
she drapes her flimsy fronds.
I’ll meet this day in my own way;
not seized but gently swayed.
Allayed, I view, through lens of misty grey,
Nature’s stirring from the ebon night.
Inevitably, as comes the waking day,
her cushioned folds will warm.
She’ll rise, grow thin – then silent fade away;
nudged aside by day, as if to say:
“Now go away”.
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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