Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
She found a spot
Inside herself
That fed the spring
Of peace
She’d always known
Was there.
For Sunday Stills: Peace (also, Happy Birthday, Terri!)
A Place For Peace
Calm
Aglow
Photo: Inbar Asif
Rippled water paint
Soft liquid cloth
Along the coast,
While boats at anchor
Bob at buoys
With tides’ ebb and float.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Glow
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Park
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
There’s a serene kind
Of beauty
Not far into the
Park,
Where the geese,
Quite majestic,
Will parade and then
Park.
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Morning Calm
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Soft ripples spread
Like ribbons of
Silk
As morning heads
Toward shimmering
Heat.
Note: The photo was taken in Ko Samui, Thailand, on an August morning. It was sublime.
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The Essentials
Finally.
She shrugged her pack off and lowered herself so her back rested against a tree, blessing — for the umpteenth time — the waterproofs she’d splurged on several years ago. The purchase had meant giving up puddings for two months, but she’d never regretted the trade-off.
Food was essential, but so was heeding nature’s call for spending time in the outdoors. It was required nourishment for her soul.
In any weather, no matter damp or cold.
Soon she’d make the tent, gather wood, and light a fire to cook her oats on. But first she just sat, filling her lungs with air and her mind with calm contentment.
Raised in the city, she didn’t know how hungry she was for the outdoors until friends invited them to join a camping trip. She was ten.
Her parents hated every minute of it. For her, it had been like finally finding home.
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge #52
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Coastal Calm
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Ah, the curve of the coast
Leaning into
Itself,
Like a child’s
Sleepy head
Her weight slowly
Transferred.
Ah, the breath of the sea
Curling wave after
Wave.
A warm exhale
On your neck,
Child’s rest clearly
Preferred.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Coast
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In Between
Photo: D. Freedman
In between the wish for more
And need for less
She paused to let the breeze pass
Through
And transform her
From the rushing steps that never seem to
Gain foothold
On life,
To the tranquility of what is
Yet
to be left
Behind.
For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: tranquility
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The Keys To Happiness
Photo: Alfred Schrock on Unsplash
Two years, and he could hardly remember how he’d managed to survive before.
The rush. The never ending tasks. The constant worry. The being pulled a million ways by demands and the dreams of others.
He’d run on fumes for months on end, then crash and burn in ways that hurt not only himself but also the ones whose lives were closest. All those bridges he’d burnt.
It was the last burnt bridge that had paradoxically saved him. It became a light from burning embers. He’d flown out to care for an ailing uncle, but in truth just to escape the consequences of another interpersonal disaster. He expected to discover his uncle, who’d been the family’s previous pariah, on death’s door. What he did not expect was to find him so content.
“Live here,” were his uncle’s last words. “Need little. Use less. The Keys saved me. Claim your turn.”
For What Pegman Saw: Florida Keys
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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
Na'ama Yehuda 
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