Shadows’ Way

shadows NaamaYehuda (2)

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

Blue Planet

Blue Planet NaamaYehuda

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.

 

 

For July squares: Blues

 

 

Radiant Play

water's edge KarenForte

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

 

 

Summer Stillness

CentralPark Peace NaamaYehuda

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

 

Take The Trail

sun shade path PhilipCoons

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

 

 

 

Endless Harmony

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

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)