Painted Lady On Chinchweed Blossom — Image by kenne
Morning light glimmers—
painted lady rides the breeze
on chinchweed’s gold flame.
Archive for July 2025
Painted Lady On Chinchweed Blossom 6 comments
Ancient Plateau Remains 3 comments
Ancient Plateau Remains — Image by kenne
Twisted trunk lies still,
red cliffs rise beyond its bones—
time walks through the dust.
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Late Bloomers Leave a comment
Late Bloomers — Image by kenne
This potted cactus first bloomed in April, and now, in July, it graces the patio again.
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Monument Valley Colors Leave a comment
Monument Valley Colors — Image by kenne
Amber buttes ablaze,
crimson earth and shadowed blue—
silence paints the land.
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White-winged Dove On Saguara 3 comments
White-winged Dove Eating Saguaro Fruit — Image by kenne
White-Winged Dove Eating Saguaro Fruit
High on the arms of the old saguaro,
The white-winged dove sings softly, “Mañana.
Red fruit splits in the morning heat,
offering nectar, seeds, and sweets.
She dips her beak in ruby flesh,
desert silence holding fresh—
The hush of wings, rise of the sun,
the feast begins, the summer’s begun.
Cactus bloom to crimson rind,
a gift the dove was born to find.
Life in thorns, life in flight,
drawn to bloom by heat and light.
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Honey Bee On Sneezeweed 1 comment
Honey Bee On Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
Honey bee at work—
sneezeweed sways on Mt. Lemmon,
gold dust in the breeze.
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Courtyard Entrance 4 comments
San Xavier Mission Gate — Image by kenne
Courtyard gate now closed—
sun case shadows on worn walls,
prayers drift through warm air.
Dead tree stands at gate—
giving tourists directions
soguaro stands guard.
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A Cloumn Of Memory Leave a comment
Standing Rock in Arches National Park — Image by kenne
Alone it rises—
a column of memory
etched by time and storm,
sandstone bones
lifted from silence.
Once part of mountain
now a sentinel—
its shadow stretched thin
on red earth,
marking the hours
with ancient patience.
Wind has carved its voice away,
but still it speaks
in shape and stillness—
a hymn to gravity,
to letting go slowly,
to standing,
even as the world
falls grain by grain.
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Empress Leilia On The Rocks 2 comments
Empress Leilia On The Rocks — Image by kenne
Empress Leilia—
still upon warm canyon stones,
desert hush in wings.
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Broad-billed Hummingbird 5 comments
Broad-billed Hummingbird at Trumpet Flower — Image by kenne
Broad-billed flash of green—
drinking light from trumpet blooms,
wings blur into joy.
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Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower 2 comments
Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower — Image by kenne
Lupine blue flickers—
on cranesbill’s soft purple face,
wings kiss morning light.
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Bull Thistle 2 comments
Bull Thistle — Image by kenne
Bull thistle in bloom—
spines like sentries in the sun,
purple fire holds fast.
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A Dreamer With A Long Memory 2 comments
Desert Sunset — Image by kenne
I’m a dreamer with a long memory—
I walk through moments folded in time,
where shadows hum with voices
and stars recall my name.
I’ve touched the bark of vanished trees,
heard lullabies in desert wind,
held hands with what has not yet come,
and wept for what has always been.
The past is not behind me—
it sleeps beneath my feet.
The future glows like firelight
in every face I meet.
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Happy 4th 3 comments
HAPPY 4TH — Cooper’s Hawk On Sabino Canyon Visitor Center Flag Pole — Image by kenne
Happy 4th
Perched above the waving stripes,
the hawk keeps watch in desert light.
Still as stone, he scans the morning’s
quiet skies with sunlit eyes.
No fireworks yet, no marching band—
just wind across the canyon sand.
The flag below him snaps and sways,
a rhythm old as freedom’s days.
This is his perch, this pole, this place,
the wild in balance, sky, and grace.
On Independence Day, he stays—
a silent oath in feathered blaze.
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Mushrooms and Moss On a Log 5 comments
Mushrooms and Moss On a Log — Image by kenne
