Israel the Land of my Heart

❤My beautiful Israel, the land of my heart, to write poems about you, to photograph your captivating sights, to pass among your seasons, to fly through your sky like a sparrow, to be a wandering leaf in your streets, to climb to the top of your mountains ,to dive among your waves, to get drunk like a butterfly in your fields. To pray for you and for your sons and to love you more each day.

🕊Jerusalem’s gates

The sun wraps Jerusalem

In a tallit of light

The city will open her eight gates

The Flowers’ Gate

The Lions’ Gate

The Jaffa gate

The Damascus Gate

The Zion Gate

The Dung Gate

The Mercy Gate

Soon,

The prayer for peace will open

The New Gate

And enter with a white dove

Bearing an olive branch.

🕊Jerusalem

The Festival of Lights

When the lights of the skies

Go down at night

To meet

the colorful lights

of the city,

Jerusalem glows

like the sun.

🌷

Tiberias

The Seagulls in the Sea of ​​Galilee

A flock of seagulls danced

All night long

Like drunken sailors

On the deck of a boat

Before taking off for other nights.

Tiberias

When dawn rises

The sun spreads its gold

Over the blue waters

of the Sea of ​​Galilee.

photo: Elena Gershkovich

Shabbat in Tiberias

Tiberias sits on the water,

Its seagulls hovering

like kites.

The Sea of Galilee shines like a mirror

The clouds open a canopy above

The Shabbat bride will soon arrive.

Sunset in the Negev Desert

When the sun

Gets

Undressed

Even the

Desert

Blushes.

Camels in the Desert of Judea

The camels carry

The days that pass.

Soon they will be covered

With a blanket of sand

As they will listen

To the whistling wind

Trembling in

The empty wadi.

Yehuda desert

White Pictures – 1

Rain falls here

In embarrassment

As if it lost its way.

The Dead Sea

The language of the salt

The language of the salt

Is clean, clear and white

With no candy lips

To lead you astray.

The Dead Sea

Four hundred meters below

Four hundred meters

Below the noise level

The Dead Sea lies low

Takes root in the ground

And grows silent trees

Of white.

The Dead Sea

White Pictures- 2

The wind races

Like a whistle

Down an endless road.

Pictures from Eilat -1

Mountains slide silently

Into the Sea below.

Dissolving the red

With the blue.

Pictures from Eilat -2

By evening

The skies blow

Cotton pink

Candy

Clouds.

Pictures from Eilat – 3

By night

The sky becomes

A field blossoming

With stars

The moon clings

To the palm branches

Spreading

Potions of love.

Caesarea  

An ancient fortress

We pass

Through the Palace of History

He wants to show me the

Ancient ruins

And I

Want to show him the

Chameleon spring.

Yes, he is busy with archeology

Stones always interest him

And I specialize in romanticology

Fascinated by a sea

That keeps changing its colors.

Caesarea-

The sea peers through

the windows of history

The waves breathe life into

Walls of stone.

Jaffa

Andromeda’s Rock

Andromeda is

Chained to a rock

The waves

Crash round

Trying to

Break through the chains

Or

Comfort her with

Soft caress.

Jaffa

One God for all of us -1

The bell tolls

Atop the church above the hill,

Then spreads its wings

And takes flight.

Jaffa

One God for all of us -2

For whom

The muezzin

Calls,

His voice descends

From the nearby

Mosque

Like falling

Gold.

Jaffa , One God for all of us-3

For whom the embroidered

Prayer shawl hovers

Between sky

And earth.

Latrun

How can the wind caress

This metal face

This leaf,

This stone,

Whipping the first,

Weaving dreams in the second,

And in the third,

Weeping, comforting,

Drying the tears.

photo from the book “Doves of Latrun”

Acre

The game of life

A fisherman and a fish

Became sculptors

Waiting for the fish

To move

And revive

Them both.

Haifa -The Carmel Forest

Take me to the Carmel forest

To see the sunset

Spreading on the sand and the water

Show me how

The wild deer celebrate

Among the old green oaks

While Cyclamen raise

Pinky rabbit ears.

Show me how

The sun is pours

Barrels of golden honey

On the rising waves

Of the sea.

🌹The spices of Daliyat  Al-Karmel

The scarves in Daliyat Al-Karmel

Decorated with rustling gold coins

Miss dancing

To the rhythm of the Darbuka.

The temptation of a Kenafeh with brown noodles

And sweet goat cheese

Beckons.

The market redolent with rich scents

Of Eastern spices mixed

With the cheap smell of

Disposable toys.

Pedestrian and Midnight in Zichron Yaacov

In the painted pedestrian of Zichron Yaacov

 Crazy little shops,

Pillows with fairy tales

 Colored glass balloons dangling from the ceiling.

Sergio designs there turquoise birds

And lets them fly on the wall.

Cats stretch a swan’s neck

And suddenly disappear like a spell.

Ceramic faces talk to each other

In the little gallery.

And at night

The Baron’s wine barrels flow

Until even the street gets drunk.

Zefat

Zefat

Is spread like a fan

Over the tops of her mountains.

Colors of nature, paintbrush

And holiness

Mix

And flowers’ scents

With the ancient aroma

Of alleys.

On the streets of Tel Aviv-1

Tel Aviv

Clings to

Old streets

Which refuse

To wake up

Yet still have the scent of

Black coffee and cinnamon rolls.

On the streets of Tel Aviv -2

Graffiti paintings

Climb up the walls of the old houses

And hide their faces in a variety of colors

So you can’t tell the city’s

Age.

On the streets of Tel Aviv – 3

In the evening

The sun, dark red scarves

Covers the blue mirror surface in the windows

Of the buildings

That try to touch her

Sky.

On the streets of Tel Aviv – 4

Baroque music

Occupies the neighborhood

Wearing clothes and colors from history

Artists display their

Precious stones, gold birds and handicrafts.

In her beautiful days

Nahalat Binyamin is decked out

Like a desirable Madam.