Photo: Dvora Freedman
After the fire
Come the expelled breath
Of sorrow,
The stripped soul
Of Earth,
The charred remains
Of dreams,
And the held breath
Of hope.
For the dVerse challenge: Fire
After The Fire
Photography
Till The Cows Come Home
Photo: Atara Katz
Trudge on home
In the dampness,
Put the hooves
To slush and ice.
Dream of warmth,
Of troughs of oats,
The dry barn filled
With hay so nice.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Cold
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Cool Contact
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Held afloat
You safely hover
Over a pebbled
Burbling stream,
As you reach
To touch
The shimmer
And delight
In your smile beams.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Contact
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Make A Splash
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
Make a splash
Face the turmoil
Don’t let the surf
Turn you back.
Hold on tight
To your courage
Let waves become
Your heart’s soundtrack.
For the Lens Artists Photo Challenge: Splash
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Itty Bitty Hugely Pretty
Photo: Amitai Asif
Tiny shoots of tender growth
Fill meadows’ hearts
With glorious froth.
The pastel blooms
Are itty bitty
But they sure are
Hugely pretty!
For the Friday Foto Fun Challenge: Little things
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Blue Antidote
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
So your car
Not feel blue
Add an eyelash
Or two.
For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Blue
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No Chicken, No Egg.
Photo: An Errant Knight @ Wikimedia Commons
“The sign says not to hike beyond this point.”
“Signs can’t talk,” Jerry guffawed, “and anyway, that’s just legal butt-covering.”
Robert looked at the icy terrain. It looked awfully slippery. It was getting late and they still needed to hike back. He didn’t think they should continue. He also hated being Nagging Grandma. He shrugged.
Bennett elbowed him and pushed to the lead. “Well, I’m no sissy. All the fun’s up there. Road less traveled and all that.”
Robert’s neck warmed at the insult. Bennett always had to make things a competition, including who was Jerry’s ‘real’ friend and who the fifth-wheeler.
“You coming or you chicken?” Bennett sniggered.
“Last one up’s a rotten egg!” Jerry grinned.
The two barreled ahead.
Robert trudged below them, full of dread.
Later he would wonder how to tell their parents that chicken and rotten egg were the last words they ever said.
For What Pegman Saw: Bridal Veil Falls, Utah
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Night Light
Photo: Amitai Asif
“Almost there!” she sighed.
What had been an orange halo of illumination at the horizon of their climb finally crystalized into evidence of habitation.
She could hear Merri’s labored breath behind her.
“Not long now,” she cajoled to mask her wariness.
Will they be welcomed or will they be turned out again? The other two places were small towns. This was a big city. Perhaps they could blend in. Hide in plain sight.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Illumination in 73 words
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Graffiti Grin
Photo: Philip Coons
If one draws some graffiti
Might as well make it smile
And add hair so it’s noggin
Will not freeze in the wild
(Though perhaps wipes or tissues
Won’t be bad to stockpile …).
For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge
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Oh The Places You’d Go!
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Oh, for you never know
All the places you’d go,
Where the islands rise up
Far away from the shore,
And you end every day
Dreaming of seeing more.
For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Public Transportation
Na'ama Yehuda 
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