American Snout Butterfly — Image by kenne
American Snout Butterfly Leave a comment
Its nose looks improbable.
They have agreed
Storms Over The Catalinas Leave a comment
Storms Over The Catalinas Viewed from Our Patio — Image by kenne
Storm clouds crowd the Santa Catalinas.
Lightning strikes the ground,
and the desert holds its breath.
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Roseate Skimmer Dragonfly Leave a comment
Roseate Skimmer Dragonfly — Image by kenne
Fly on, bright atom of the morning!
The pond keeps your reflection,
the sun keeps your fire,
and I take the whole bright scene with me.
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What Grandeur In The Moment 2 comments
Dragonfly on the Tip of a Cattail — Image by kenne
What grandeur in this little moment:
one delicate body, one reed, one blaze of sun—
the whole wide world reflected
in the trembling water.
Fly when you will, bright one.
For now, you crown the cattail’s tip,
and the day, seeing you there,
shines more generously.
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Boat Harbor Art 3 comments
Boat Harbor Art — Image by kenne
In the harbor,
boats gather the shadows
beneath their sleeping hulls.
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Mexican Jay On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Mexican Jay On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
A Mexican Jay
keeps watch from the pine.
Below, we climb
through the blue morning.
One bright eye
above the trail.
The mountain says nothing;
the jay says plenty.
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Arcosanti Bells 6 comments
Arcosanti Bells — Image by kenne
The desert builds slowly.
A bell turns in the light;
somewhere, the wind
finds its way home.
One note crosses
the open courtyard.
Even the blue sky
seems to remember it.
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Five Bright Petals Leave a comment
Scarlet Cinquefoil — Image by kenne
Along Sunrise Trail, I stoop
to meet a small red flower.
The mountains rise behind it—
vast, and suddenly far away.
Five bright petals
hold the sun for a moment.
I kneel, then stand,
carrying their red in my eyes.
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A Doe In The Canyon Leave a comment
A Doe In The Canyon — Image by kenne
She eats in the morning shade,
unhurried.
The canyon holds still
around her.
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Not Just Another Sunset Leave a comment
Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne
Tucson sunsets are never
just another sunset.
The sky turns red
like it has one thing left to say.
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Sepia, The Color Of Old Photographs 3 comments
Seven Falls Trail — Image by kenne
The canyon wears
the color of old photographs.
We climb into the quiet.
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A Blue Hush 1 comment
Echo Azure Butterfly the Bristlehead bloom — Image by kenne
An Echo Azure opens
its blue hush
on the bristlehead bloom.
Along the trail,
a small piece of sky
finds a place to rest.
Bristled blossom,
bright wings—
the morning holds still.
The butterfly lifts.
The flower nods
to the passing light.
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Kiko, Forever Leave a comment
Kiko, Forever (November 2007) Image by kenne
We carry Kiko
in the ordinary things:
a paw touching my beard
a quiet room,
a story told again.
Some love stays
after footsteps fade.
It settles in us
and makes a home.
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I Paint The Setting Sun Leave a comment
Setting Sun–Painting by kenne
I paint the sunset.
The sky turns orange.
We call it beautiful
and pretend we had
nothing to do with it.
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At Sunset, The Desert Has Little Patience Leave a comment
Sunset From Blackett’s Ridge Trail (10/11/11) — Image by kenne
I watched the sunset
nestle into the cactus’s embrace
while the shadows climbed
the flanks of the Catalinas.
The desert has little patience
for people in a hurry.
It asks only that you
sit still long enough
to notice what was already there.
