Parched No More

after the rain

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Rare drops join

To overflow

Silt and mud

On the go

Desert lands

Scoured so

A stream bed

Parched no more.

 

For the Wits End photo challenge: Moving water

Dedicated to the potential for life that desert rains bring … and to the young souls who were lost in a flash flood earlier this year.

 

In The Weald

green InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Tucked away in the weald

They heard a lone

Fairy sing

Of the flowers she weaves

And the whispers of leaves

Of old blooms

And new blues

And the elves in the yews.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for August 9, 2018:

Weald

This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”

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Flipper Friends

dolphin duo OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

There is nothing more lovely

Than riding in pair

Over waves

Under skies

Skimming high

Fins in air.

 

For the Sunday Stills photo challenge: Friend

 

Rawson Rise

Rawson Lake Photo by Jack Ng

Rawson Lake; photo: Jack Ng

 

It was their last day by the lake. The weather was perfect and the air was so crisp it squeaked. She inhaled deeply, savoring every moment. By that time tomorrow she’d be stuck in rush-hour traffic.

“See?” he pointed. “Even wood can’t keep its head above water at some point.”

She snuck a hand into his and squeezed. She wished she could give him sips of this place during what was to come. She wished she could tell him this round wouldn’t be as difficult as the ones before. That this one would work. She didn’t know if to hope or fear it being the last. It shattered her that she no longer knew what he hoped for.

She gathered the light around her, kissed his baldness, and rose to stand.

“For now, my love, let’s float.”

 

 

For What Pegman Saw: Rawson Lake Canada

 

Chill Your Fill

Chill InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

If you’re out and about

But your thirst is quite real

There’s a clear stream awaiting

To help you chill your fill.

 

 

For the Sunday Still Challenge: Summer drink

 

Park Pretty

May NYC1 NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

“Pink tree!” she delighted

Toddled quickly, pulled my hand

“Park pretty!” she exclaimed

“Come fast! Come fast!”

“Take picture?” she requested

And of course, I obliged.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Photo Challenge

 

Heated

fight club2 OfirAsif

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

In the heat

Of the desert

In the heat

Of the fight

They will spar

Under swelter

To claim heat

With their might.

 

 

For The Tuesday Photo Challenge