Photo: Yisca Freeman
What matters most
Are those we wrap
In loving arms
To keep from harm.
What matters most
Are those who hold
All future steps
Yet to unfold.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a week challenge
What Matters Most
Month: December 2018
Leaving Leaves
Photo: Karen Forte
In flaming end to
Warmth’s reprieve,
Cold days burnish
Red
Onto leaves.
A final curtain call
To leave.
For Calm Kate’s Friday Foto Fun Challenge: Leaves
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Golden Goal
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
In temples
Festooned
Not for one day
But all,
Glory shines
Festive gold
For good luck
To prolong.
For Photo for the Week Challenge: Festive
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Carved Time
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Long years had
Carved the stone
And cleaved to blue
The sky,
Yet puffy clouds
Still gawk as they
Meander
Idly by.
For the December Squares Challenge
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Perfect View
Photo: Markus Spiske on Pexels.com
“There!” Angelo pointed.
“There what?” Payton panted
“There if you bother to lift your head.”
Payton scowled but was more occupied with getting oxygen into his lungs than wasting it on responses. He was sure that Angelo-The-Braggadocio had set the punishing pace deliberately to get him gasping. Not everyone climbed mountains for recreation!
The stitch in his side finally subsided enough to allow him to remove his fists from his thighs and straighten to take in the “amazing vista” Angelo had promised.
Dense fog. Vague tree tops. Milky air.
“There goes nothing,” Payton grouched.
Angelo chuckled and the saturated air softened the sound into something almost vulnerable.
Payton glanced at his friend. Glanced again. Was the wet on Angelo’s cheeks mist or liquid feelings?
“It is the perfect view,” Angelo murmured, his oft guarded face as open as a child’s. “To be inside Big Sky is to revisit Heaven.”
For What Pegman Saw: Big Sky Montana
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It is Time
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
It is time to make time
For the truth
Of what happened.
It is time to make space
For what some wished
Not be known.
It is time to take heed
Of the lengths went
To smother
The misdeeds and bad choices
So the fake
Will take hold.
It is time to revisit
Civic duty and justice
And refuse to permit
Free reign for hate,
Greed and lies.
It is time to return
To the truth.
For in fact it has long been
Well way past
The time.
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Boulder Holder
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Wrapping tentative fingers
That become tangled vines
Jungle trees tell the boulder:
“You’re my rock, you are mine.”
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge
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Around The Bend
Photo: Jan Genge via Upsplash
They ran around the metal that machines had bent
And right across the bend of time
Into handmade medieval.
For Three Line Tales
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Netted
Photo Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy
“Looks like a tennis ball on steroids,” Linda squinted at the gray blob.
Ethan rolled his eyes and turned the screen so it faced him again. “Definitely not a tennis ball.”
He shouldn’t have caved and showed her. Not that he ever did manage to withstand her pleading. Linda’s persistence could persuade a zebra to do away with its stripes.
“A cement globe?” She pressed.
Ethan shook his head.
“Am I at least getting warmer? Oh! Is it a post-global-warming thing?”
He sighed. It was hopeless. Might as well give it up.
“It’s Pluto, barely netted by the Sun.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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A Challenge To Pick
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
When faced with
This-is-just-impassable,
The oh-too-dangerous,
And far-too-far
To pull out from;
One step
And then
A careful second,
With a resolute pick
And sturdy rope,
Will help lock arms
With trembling courage,
To climb you out
Of hazard’s maw.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
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