Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Orange heads
Large and small
Shelved and perched
In the mall
For each person
To haul
Home a flavor
Of fall.
For the October Photo a Day Challenge: Pumpkins
And for Sunday Stills: Orange
Pumpkin Pile
Anecdotes of Life
Water Weave
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
And the clouds
Bowed
To ocean
Weaving rain
Waves to sky
Kissing veils
Onto mountains
Drenching wet
Speeding by.
For the RDP Daily Prompt: Drench
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An Arrow Spent
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
She used to splice the water like an arrow, undeterred by swells.
She’d always been better than him, though he never admitted it and she was too proud to brag and sometimes too overconfident.
They pretended playful competitions but those inevitably turned into dogged races that left them near exhaustion. Luke even capsized once, far from shore. He was upset by her gaining on him and so tired that all he managed was to slap the water with his oar and spin his boat into the wide belly of a wave. Nearly spent herself, she barely managed to help him into hers.
She’d give everything to race him again.
She gazed into the bay. She could no longer row. Her boat rested, overturned. Perhaps it kept her brother company. He, too, was beached, six feet below.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Arrow in 135 words
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Lili Lines
Photo: Davida Cohen
In the silvery waters
It reflects
Lovely lines,
Of blue sky
And deep shadows
That so neatly
Align.
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She Drives
Photo: Atara Katz
Down the mountain
She drives
As fields await wheat
To arrive.
Down the mountain
She strives
Arrow straight
To a new life.
For Wits-End Photo Challenge: Road
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Evening Friends
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Come on friend
We will walk
On this sand
To the end
Of the earth
And return
Just before
A new night
Falls again.
For the RDP Thursday Challenge: Friend
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Autumnal Rose
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
Deep in summer
When it bloomed
It held the promise
Of Autumn.
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Sail Away
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
It was taking so long.
His uncle had instructed him to not leave the hall till he returned. He knew better than to defy the order.
He circled the room and looked at the paintings. He imagined conversations among sailors on the merchant ships, between soldiers on the frigates. He polished the marble counter with his sleeve. When he tired, he sat against a lamppost and pretended it was a smokestack.
The hall echoed emptiness.
He was getting cold. He was growing hungry. He needed to pee.
Only when night fell did he finally cry.
His uncle had sailed away.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Morning Manners
Photo: Inbar Asif
One cannot head to pasture
On a fine, chilly morn
Without checking to see if
One’s mane’s properly adorned.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Surprise
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Choo-Choo
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
You can captain a boat
Drive a car
Pilot planes,
But there’s nothing quite like
Driving this
Mini-train.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Drive
Na'ama Yehuda 
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