Mexican Yellow Butterfly on Mexican Bird of Paradise — Photo-artistry by kenne
Yellow wings hover,
on blooms of flame and sunlight—
desert joy takes flight.
Petals hold the breeze,
while gold sips from burning red—
summer tastes of fire.
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Mexican Yellow 2 comments
Jackson Station 2 comments
Jackson Station, Double Bayu, Texas — Image by kenne
He stands in the shadow
zipper rasp loud as crickets,
beer can on the ground.
The pumps long silent,
just dust and a flickering
fluorescent store light.
Moonlight bathes the lot,
silver on gum wrappers, rust—
he waters the past.
Somewhere down the road,
the dance hall dreams in splinters—
still catching blues songs.
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Two Ravens 3 comments
Image by kenne
Two Ravens
Twin shapes on a branch,
one croaks low, the other waits—
wind between their words.
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Angry Raven 6 comments
Photo Artistry by kenne
Angry Raven
Dark flash on the limb—
he jerks, flares, and squawks aloud
like sky has betrayed.
No wind, no rival,
just the weight of summer heat
pressing on black wings.
He scolds the silence,
each cry a sharp-edged protest
hurled at empty air.
Then—sudden stillness.
Even his shadow seems mad,
shaking on the limb.
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Raven on Agave chrysantha 2 comments
Raven on Agave chrysantha — Image by kenne
High Above the City
Black wings folded tight,
the raven waits on golden spires—
agave in bloom.
Far below, the streets
hum with heat and human drift—
unseen, unheard here.
Perched in thin silence,
it watches the city fade
into mountain light.
One call cracks the sky—
then nothing but the wind’s hand
on old stone and flame.
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Lady Bettles 3 comments
Lady Beetles Having Lunch — Image by kenne
Clustered like red seeds,
they gather on stem and leaf—
a quiet feast begins.
Aphids scatter slow,
unaware of what has come
with speckled hunger.
No words, no warning—
just patient, shared purpose
under the sunlight.
The mountain watches,
as tiny jaws work in peace—
beauty with a bite.
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Mexican Amberwing Dragonfly 2 comments
Mexican Amberwing on Dried Bulrush — Image by kenne
Amber wings shimmer
in the still heat of the day—
paused on brittle reed.
The pond has gone dry,
but the dragonfly remains—
a flicker of flame.
Balance on light perched decay,
what once was green—
beauty does not leave.
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Two-tailed Swallowtail On Thistle 2 comments
Two-tailed Swallowtail on Thistle (Santa Catalina Mountains) — Image by kenne
Bright as canyon light,
the swallowtail drifts and dips
to a thistle’s bloom.
Wings flicker like flame,
tails trailing the mountain wind—
a dancer on spines.
Among thorn and hush,
it feeds, then lifts without sound—
summer passing through.
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Pipevine Butterfly On Common Lantana 6 comments
Pipevine Swallowtail on Common Lantana Blossom — Image by kenne
Midday heat shimmers—
a flash of velvet and blue
glides through desert light.
Drawn to lantana,
clustered in careless color,
the pipevine hovers.
Wings like falling dusk
sip from the bloom’s orange fire—
grace in full stillness.
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Queen Butterfly On Arizona Brittleweed 2 comments
Queen Butterfly on Arizona Brittleweed
Santa Catalina Mountains
A hush on the trail—
the queen descends from the sky,
drawn to desert gold.
Wings edged in twilight
settle on brittleweed blooms,
soft against the thorn.
Above the canyon,
she drinks the sun’s last offer—
brief, deliberate grace.
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Morning Gems On Mt. Lemmon 4 comments
Wild Raspberries On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
The path is narrow,
soft with pine needles, and silent.
Mist rises from the shaded ground.
Clusters of raspberries—
deep red against green thicket—
catch the slant of morning.
Not gathered,
not even noticed,
except by the breeze
and a single bird,
waiting.
Here, the mountain offers sweetness
without asking.
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Fendler’s Globemallow On Butterfly Trail 2 comments
Fendler’s Globemallow On Butterfly Trail — Image by kenne
Each bloom a whisper
in the hush of mountain air—
along the ridgeline.
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Fiery Skipper on Mexican Bird of Paradise 5 comments
Fiery Skipper on Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
Gold flickers on gold—
skipper clings to burning bloom,
wings tight above the body.
Orange petals flare,
mirroring the desert heat,
each pulse a heartbeat.
In still summer light,
motion and color collide—
brief fire in the moment.
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Wildflowers on Butterfly Tail — Image by kenne
Sun warms the ridgeline—
cradling the light like hope
beneath the pine’s shadow.
Each step stirs petals—
a hush of blooming wonder
where silence once stood.
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Wings of Midnight Flame 4 comments
Pipevine Swallowtail — Image by kenne
Wings of Midnight Flame
Where mountains lean into the blue,
and sunlight slips through morning dew,
a whisper lands on greening leaves—
a pipevine swallowtail that weaves.
Like night with edges lit,
its wings flicker in shade where wild things sit.
No hurry here, just sky and stem,
a pulse within the mountain’s hem.
Among the ferns, the sage, the stone,
it moves gracefully and alone.
Each beat of the wing is a silent thread
in tapestry, the peaks have spread.
Brief as breath, yet bold and true,
a flicker of black trimmed in blue.
