Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Come right up and
Cart on home
A bucketful
Of sugar shorn,
In colors that will
Gladden hearts
And sweet treat joy
To pull apart.
Kids tend to be
The eager ones
But some quite grown
Still think it’s fun.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pastels
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Spring recalls
How bushes previously bared
By frost and freeze,
Found a new lease
To bubble forth
A pink exuberance.
It is a good remembering
As fall emerges
To reclaim
The bushes’ leaves
Ahead of winter’s
Naked sleep.
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
A long way stretches forward
Past the past
Toward light,
As they walk
In the footsteps
Of those who’d been here
And passed.
For the Which Way challenge
And Lens-Artists Challenge: Path
“I am not going!”
They cannot send him to that miserable hut where there’s no electricity, no running water, creepy crawlies, and no internet. Even monks have internet. He was going to be worse off than a monk!
His father sighed. “Aitona Antton needs help and Osaba Alesander is still recovering from his motorcycle accident.”
“So I need to lose a leg to get out of this?” Danel grumbled.
His father’s sharp inhale told him he’d gone too far.
He shrugged apology. He was in enough trouble. Ditching school, hanging out “with the wrong crowd.” It was exile or jail.
“He’s your great-grandfather,” his father sounded tired, and not just from spending nights at Uncle Alesander’s bedside. “You used to love visiting him.”
“Before Birramona died …” Danel stopped. The remote homestead was awfully quiet without his great-grandmother. How much more so for Aitona-handia?
He sighed. “At least I like goat-cheese.”
For What Pegman Saw
(Basque glossary – Aitona: Grandfather; Aitona-handia: Great grandfather; Birramona: Great grandmother; Osaba: Uncle)
Photo: Karen Forte
As night
Folds wings
Of gray,
Pink sky
Herald glory
Of today.
For the September Squares and Six Word Saturday challenge
Special thank you to my dear friend Karen Forte, for THIS DAY’s (literally) gorgeous beginning.
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
“I can almost touch the moon!” she swung her arms in exuberance as the ride reached its apex and the spinning accelerated.
“I can almost touch last week’s dinner,” her sister croaked a white-knuckled response.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Taste, 35 words (original prompt)
Also see Sammi’s own updated take on the prompt
Photo: Dikla Nachmias
When someone needs,
May you be there
May you be with.
When it is you who needs,
May someone be there for you
To be with.
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
What will be
Of the day,
He so wanted
To say,
If you suddenly
Drain
All the color away?
Will the birds’ calls
Remain?
Will leaves still
With wind sway?
Will it be
As before
Or fade wholly
To gray?
For Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Trees
It was their anniversary, and once again he was late.
The office manager held him up for nonsense that could’ve easily waited for tomorrow. Mr. Billings often did so when Gary was in a rush. It was a cruel little game he played, knowing that with previous ‘insubordination’ records in his file, Gary could not afford even the slightest reprimand. No job, no health insurance.
His phone buzzed as he rushed to the restaurant. A text.
“Lost?”
Mary. Gary’s heart sank. He ran faster. His phone vibrated again.
“I’m under a blue umbrella. You know, in case of rain.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: Arlette Loeser
Arms stretch up
On tip-toes
Sure to reach
A high bar,
For the circus
Of life
Where she
Already stars.
A determined
Tot grasps
Growing strength
To go far.
For the dVerse Challenge: Circus
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