Photo: Inbar Asif
Silently
Night retraced
Steps across
Dawn’s new ledge
As the dark
Slowly braced
For light soon
To emerge.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Light and dark
Waiting For Sunrise
Waiting
Bedtime for Luna
PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner
“So, remember,” her hand on the door’s handle. “Bedtime at 9, only one treat, brush your teeth.”
“And no opening the door for anyone,” he intoned.
At least it got him a smile. There weren’t many of them of late.
She tucked an errant lock of hair behind an ear and suddenly he couldn’t stand it.
“When will you be back?” He knew. He had to ask.
She glanced at the window. The court-order weighed heavy on her mind.
“When Luna goes to bed behind the mountain, I’ll be home.”
For the last time.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Eight Not Ate
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Eight brown ducks bobbing by
In the shade, under sky
Waiting for humans’ bread
To fall down on their head.
For August photo a day challenge
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Waiting for Sam
Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt © Roger Bultot
He’ll meet her at the exhibition at Noon, he’d promised.
“You’ll see. Twelve on the dot.”
“Like Cinderella?” she had joked.
“Sort of.”
She scanned the crowds, the balconies, the empty domes that rose above like marble skies.
Laughter echoed. People milled around.
She checked her watch again.
It had inched, traitorous, well past twelve o’clock.
Like Cinderella with no fairy godmother, she thought.
Never should have eaten that pumpkin Sam had bought.
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Times Old
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
Na'ama Yehuda 
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