Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
In the blink
Of an eye
And a lifetime,
On the wing
Fleeting by
For the one time.
For Sunday Stills: Creatures and critters with wings
On The Wing
Meditations
Shadows’ Way
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
As the shadows lengthened
At the end of day,
She paused,
Reflecting,
On the direction
Of her way.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Shadows
And while we’re at it, for today’s Which Way Challenge
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White Puffed Blue
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
White puffed blue
Spreads above
To the wide horizon.
For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Blue
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Blue Planet
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Serpentine line
Undulates across planes
Amidst the snowed patches of
Rugged terrain.
Spread below
To horizon
Of blue onto blue
This one planet
We share
All of us –
Me and you.
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Arctic Blue
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
From above the way
The clouds hold sway
As the Arctic clings on
To the day.
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Carefree
Photo: Inbar Asif
She could be
Truly carefree
When she strolls
The fine edge
Of the sea.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Carefree in 14 words
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Radiant Play
Photo: Karen Forte
At the edge of the day
Nestled flush
With the bay,
Light will dance
As it may
To invite you
To stay.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Radiant
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Summer Stillness
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Stop to breathe,
Take in ease,
Back to bark in
Summer breeze.
Shadow’s cool
City’s still,
In the park
Time to chill.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Stillness
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Take The Trail
Photo: Philip Coons
Take the trail
Up the path
To where spring
Flows through minds,
And where fairies
Inspect
Those whose feet
Trail behind.
Listen on
To the leaves
Speaking tales
To the trees,
And to elves’
Rustling limbs
As they flit
In the breeze.
Dedicated with love to Dee, whose trail now flows wholly through realms beyond this physical one.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Trail
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Endless Harmony
Photo: Sue Vincent
She’d never have believed the vastness had she not been there to see it.
In person.
On the edge of endlessness.
The breath of eons crashing at her feet.
The spray of ancient rhythms that had been there
All along.
Through war and storm and hope and flood and cold and warm and days like this when no one but herself was there to witness it.
She’d never have believed the power that it held, contained within each curl of wave, in every roll of whitecap licking sand.
It filled her.
With awe and ache and gnawing yearning to something that went beyond her words and into thoughts unformed, or perhaps ones made of memories in utero: the hiss, the beat, the drums of hearts.
And this.
Another memory
To merge into
In endless harmony.
For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto (2nd week)
