Saving Daylight

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Cherish every moment

Left

Of light as

Suns will set.

Hold on to the

Deep rewards

Of daylight breathed

Through soul,

And saved.

 

For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Daylight Hours

 

To The Seashore

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

I will go to the seashore

Where the waves touch the sky.

I will go to the seashore

To kiss the day fond goodbye.

I will go to the seashore

Where the boats come on home,

And the children still play,

And the sun’s last rays roam,

And my soul sings with the surf

Where it has always belonged.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Seashore in 59 words

 

Evening Leap

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Photo: Nattu Adnan via Unsplash

 

He still seeks to speak with fish

Before night claims their beloved beach

But she’d smiled enough goodbyes, to rise into her evening leap.

 

 

 

For Three Line Tales

 

Evening Friends

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Come on friend

We will walk

On this sand

To the end

Of the earth

And return

Just before

A new night

Falls again.

 

 

For the RDP Thursday Challenge: Friend

 

Summertime

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Evening comes.

Sun slides down

Child at play

Lapping light

Close at hand:

Summertime.

 

 

For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Summertime

 

 

Times Old

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

In the days that unfold

Morning rays

Evening’s gold,

What awaits

Up your sleeve,

Still untold,

Kept in trust

Since times old?

 

 

For The Daily Post

Egret Regret

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Some photo challenges are worth more than one dip into the creative well … And this week’s Glow deserves a second-helping. Here comes:

I love this photo of egrets in the emptied fishpond near my sister’s house. The palm sentinels in the background, marking a line between sea and dug up sand. The birds congregating at the end of day in the shimmery wet portion of the pond, pecking for what small critters and flying insects can be found. How some egrets linger, forlorn, over the exposed bits, perhaps waiting for a change of tide. Are they harking for the times just passed, when their ‘lake’ glittered with fins? Are they holding out hope — as water, and alas, not sparkling scales, reflect the soon departing sun — for better days and the return of plenty to dine on?