Photo: Inbar Asif
Cushion wintering hearts
With fallen leaves.
Let bare earth
Have a rest.
For the Six Word Saturday Challenge
Cushion Wintering Hearts With Fallen Leaves
Weekend Writing Prompt
Late Dance
Photo: Rega’im Menatzhim
Things were winding down. Most tables had been cleared and many guests had left for home. Only the hardiest (or closest kin) still remained. Sated and a bit deflated with fatigue, they lounged, gossiped, tapped phones, and not-so-surreptitiously checked the time. Several small children slept on makeshift cots of pulled together chairs.
Music still played but with more inertia than conviction.
The celebration was officially over, though not for everyone: two boys, oblivious to the late hour and overall exhaustion, danced on.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Celebration (82 words)
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One More Swim
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
“Time to go.” Ari shook the ground-cloth.
“One more swim to the breakwater and back!” Deni pleaded.
Ari eyed the sky, the flagpole buckling in the wind, the jellyfish tumbling in the surf. “Another time,” he turned to fold their sun-umbrella.
Behind him he heard Deni’s running steps. He reached for the vinegar. That girl never did listen.
For Sammi’s weekend writing prompt: Breakwater in 58 words
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Night Light
Photo: Amitai Asif
“Almost there!” she sighed.
What had been an orange halo of illumination at the horizon of their climb finally crystalized into evidence of habitation.
She could hear Merri’s labored breath behind her.
“Not long now,” she cajoled to mask her wariness.
Will they be welcomed or will they be turned out again? The other two places were small towns. This was a big city. Perhaps they could blend in. Hide in plain sight.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Illumination in 73 words
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Fall Friends
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Side by side
They keep near
In the wind
In the rain.
Limb to limb
They hold hands,
Close company
They maintain.
Friends in all
Friends in fall.
For The Sunday Trees Challenge
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Cold Edge
Photo: Amitai Asif
At the fringe of the habitable
Where the ice kisses sky,
And the black rock remembers
Lava’s wrath, ashes’ sigh,
The cold wraps hands around hearts
To reach deep and warmth pry.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fringe (34 words)
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Crowned Castle
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
“It doesn’t matter where you live,” they said.
She knew they lied. It most certainly did!
When rain leaked onto your mattress and the wind snuck in through the window and mice crawled over your cheek in the middle of the night, it more than mattered.
“The only thing that matters is who you are,” they said.
Perhaps. But what good was it being a princess if your room was drafty and the tower creaked and the stairs were grooved with age and slippery with sloshed-over chamber-pots?
She’d swap her chamber for a page’s pallet by the hearth, if she could.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Castle in 100 words
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Translucent Faith
Photo: R. RozenZvi
I see you
Taking steps
Into faith
And thin air,
Holding hope
Like a rickety railing
Buffeted by winds
That had blown away
Trust in
A safe step
Anywhere.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Translucent in 29 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
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