Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
To be home
Where the sun kisses
Blooms
On the sly,
And the buildings cannot
Hide reflections
Of sky,
Where new life bursts on forth
Undeterred
Joy unmasked,
And this moment
Outdoors
Is almost all one
Can ask.
For the Lens-Artists Challenge: at home
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Up close
The purple pinks into the blue
And makes the hues
Shine through.
Up close
You can forget yourself
As edges curl
And bloom unfurls
In you.
Photo: Amitai Asif
It cracks the rock and pushes forth
To skies that swirl in
Matching froth.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Flower
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Their small heads
Rise proud
In mid-trail.
Delicate and fierce
They stretch their
Full miniature scale.
The risk they take
Of being
Stepped on,
Dwarfed by delicious
Access
To sun.
For the Lens-Artist Weekly Photo Challenge: Delicate
Photo: Atara Katz
In the game of
Standing out from
The crowd,
There is little more distinct
Than the
Distinctly
Indistinct.
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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Won’t hold back
An all out bloom,
Fully pinked
By soul’s perfume.
For the Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week Challenge: Pink
Photo: Amitai Asif
In the depth
Of the winter,
Where so much
Appears dead,
Plan ahead.
For there are places
Where nature,
Finally rain fed,
Blooms into
Fields
Of red.
For the One Word Sunday Challenge: Red
For Cee’s FOTD
Photo: Amitai Asif
“Be like a flower,” she said,
Wrinkles creasing like sun
‘Round her eyes.
“Be like cabbage, too!”
And she laughed
At my confusion and
Touched a calloused hand
To my cheek
For the umpteenth loving time.
“Bloom alone does not fill stomachs,”
She explained
And the years without
Flickered sad behind her smile
But did not interfere.
“Cabbage blooms as pretty as any,
Yet unlike most who wilt
At summer’s end,
It will hold goodness at the ready
To nourish you through winter.”
“Be like a flower, then,” she smiled.
“And like a cabbage, too.
For it will sustain you:
Bland or spiced or hot or cold
Until the snow melts
And you have lived to a new spring
And can, one day, grow old.”
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
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
Deep in summer
When it bloomed
It held the promise
Of Autumn.
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