Lush Blush

Tulip DvoraFreedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman


In the spring soon to come

As the snow loses hold

The intrepid push up

Unafraid of the cold.

They poke heads

Lead the way

And in rush to full blush

Chase the winter away.



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“I Am Waiting”



“I am waiting,” she crouched with jaw ensconced by tiny fists supported on little elbows pressed into small knees.

Her eyes did not leave the circle of translucence and white suds.

“It will be a while,” her momma said. “How about we go have a snack? I think we still have some cookies left.”

“But I’m waiting,” the toddler admonished, as if the wait itself precluded any other thing from being done … not even the consumption of normally-tantrum-before-dinner-worthy cookies.

Then again, maybe this wait indeed required full attention. After all, it was her terry friends being tumbled, wet, forlorn and all alone, so far away from hug and hand.



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Incubate Hope

Central Park early spring NY

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda


Hold on close

To the hope

Even if

It is a bit


So no matter the noise

Distraction desires,

Hope remains warmed

In soul

Where truth never




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No Iron Needed

Oasis tree

Photo: Ofir Asif


There’s a crease in my memories.

An obscure line

Of thoughts.

There’s a wrinkle along

The predictable


I’ve accumulated crinkles

And crimps

And what not.

It is fine

As it is.

It is what

It need be.

All those furrows and folds

Are what makes me

Be me.




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For A Change

Teamwork PhilipCoons

Photo: Philip Coons


Provoking change

Need not mean

Torment or insult.

Better growth is

To be had:

Evoke hope.

Inspire trust.

Kindle progress.

Proffer light.




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What Noise?

Berlin InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif


“I cannot stand the city,” they said,

Homesick for dark, wooded silence.

“It’s all clamor and racket.”


“It’s my refuge,” he smiled

At the trucks, people, sirens.

“The streets thrum the best lullaby…”



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I’d Rather

Flower NYC NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda


I’d rather be

As I am

Just in a world

Less fraught

With wrong

And sorrow.

And yet,

If in my druthers

Things were not

Exactly as they are

In both joy and dismay,

What would make me

Be exactly

As I am





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In Your Grasp

Achziv Cave AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif


It is in your grasp

To take hold

To absorb

Offered light

Life’s rewrite.

It’s within your soul

To recall

To be bold

In the hollowed out space

Of your mind

To breathe deep

To grow whole.



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Life, Captivating

dream catchers OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev


As you breathe in the early (too early, today)

Pinking dawn of a fresh

Brand new


May it catch on the ledge of a dream

That had your soul

In its sway.



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horse shoe stream Shiloh AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif


When life turns back onto itself

When flow seems stalled

Or slogs to mud

Hope still remains

A promise curled in gathered clouds

For though they hide the current sun

They still meander

Toward a future

Of fertile streams

To guard.



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