Archive for the ‘Autumn’ Category
Wildflowers Next To A Log — Photo-artistry by kenne
Throughout the year, there never is
A change like that in Fall
The strength, the vital strokes of life
Make every man stand tall
Fall’s mellow freshness fills our days
And boosts a heart anew
Instead of spring when love blooms forth
It’s Autumn, through and through.
— from Autumn by John Boynton
Footnote: Autumn is in a book of poems, Love is Radiant, Joy gave me in 1987.
Leaves of Color On the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.”
— Mark Twain
Late Season Mushrooms on Mt. Lemmon –IHDR mage by kenne
Seasons in Transition — Image by kenne
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.
Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow.
Let reality be reality.
Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
— Lao Tzu
Autumn Trees On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Being But Men
Being but men, we walked into the trees
Afraid, letting our syllables be soft
For fear of waking the rooks,
For fear of coming
Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries.
If we were children we might climb,
Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig,
And, after the soft ascent,
Thrust out our heads above the branches
To wonder at the unfailing stars.
Out of confusion, as the way is,
And the wonder, that man knows,
Out of the chaos would come bliss.
That, then, is loveliness, we said,
Children in wonder watching the stars,
Is the aim and the end.
Being but men, we walked into the trees.
— Dylan Thomas
Autumn Leaf On The Forest Floor — Image by kenne
Autumn, first and last,
The order in which we live
The love of being.
— kenne
Texas House Concert — The Blues Project — Photo-artistry by kenne
In the piny woods
of east Texas
where good vibes
echo off the trees
healing the soul
with the blues.
— kenne
Fall Near The Arizona/Mexico Border– Image by kenne
Fall near the border
Where have-nots are fenced out
What would Kino* say?
— kenne
*Father Eusebio Francisco Kino
Bear Wallow On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
In spray-paint, psychedelic, gaudy,
Fall scrawls its name – a blunt and bawdy
Challenge to the complacent wood.
We say: there goes the neighborhood;
It is not and it cannot come to good.
Soon, flustered leaves will sag like torn
Wallpaper; solid dark walls, worn
Through here and there, exposed a bitter
Sky while, on the bare ground, litter
And stub ends pile up everywhere.
Not even one green plant would dare
Poke its nose out in the crude air
Of catch-as-catch-can thievery, lust,
Cut-throat protection and sick trust.
Where year by year we walked together
Determined paths, a wilder atmosphere
Wheels in, flaunting its chains, blades and black leather.
— from Autumn Variations by W. D. Snodgrass
Mt. Lemmon Aspen Trees — Image by kenne
Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous people learn to live
with trees mindfully hand in hand.
Listen to branches rustling hymns
through silent sounds in their limbs.
Mighty Maples murmur in the breeze
sweet tales of syrup drawn to please.
Trees converse, they do care sending
forest messages everywhere.
Through the air and underground
signals pulse from floor to crown.
Quaking Aspen is known for being
the earth’s most massive living thing
these trees united by one root system
the world’s largest superorganism.
— from Talking Tree Truth by Greg Gaul
Cockleburs — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cockleburs
They are here or there
Some plant seeds fly in the air
Others stick and ride.
— kenne
An Autumn Sunrise On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Signs of autumn echoes
Throughout the forest
As time present becomes
Time past in a moment.
As the aspen leaves
Dance in the breeze
There is only the dance —
Neither moment from
Nor towards.
— kenne
Autumn In Pima Canyon — Images by kenne
The Santa Catalina Mountains have several canyons assessable from the Tucson basin, such as Pima Canyon.
Autumn Leaf Art by kenne
Windblown forever
Just a shadow of itself
Now old and wrinkly.
— kenne
Mt. Lemmon Aspens — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sun breaks through
the low-hanging clouds
on the golden aspen leaves
dancing to the autumn breeze.
— kenne
