Bee On Mexican Hat Wildflower — Image by kenne
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Bee On Mexican Hat Wildflower 2 comments
A honey bee drifts down,
In the Arizona White Mountains
The bee works methodically,
Honey Bee At Work 1 comment
Honey Bee on Mexican Hat Wildflower — Image by kenne
Honey bee at work,
Mexican Hat in full flame—
mountains breathe in 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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Bee On Santa Catalina Clover Blossom 2 comments
Bee On Santa Catalina Clover Blossom — Image by kenne
Wings hum in still air,
Bee drinks from the clover bloom —
Santa Catalina peace.
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Bee On Fairy Duster 4 comments
Bee On Fairy Duster — Image by kenne
Fine threads catch the sun,
one bee stitching through the pink—
air holds every move.
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One Bee, One Flower Leave a comment
Bee Landing On California Poppy — Image by kenne
One bee, one flower—
the wind forgets where it goes,
poppy does not care.
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Bee On Santa Catalina Prairie Clover 2 comments
Bee On Santa Catalina Prairie Clover — Image by kenne
“I like to think of landscape not as a fixed placed
but as a path that is unwinding before my eyes, under my feet.”
— Gretel Ehrlich
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Desert Flowers 1 comment
Bee Over Saguaro Blossoms — Image by kenne
Desert Flowers
Living in a wide landscape are the flowers –
Rosenberg I only repeat what you were saying –
the shell and the hawk every hour
are slaying men and jerboas, slaying
the mind: but the body can fill
the hungry flowers and the dogs who cry words
at nights, the most hostile things of all.
But that is not news. Each time the night discards
draperies on the eyes and leaves the mind awake
I look each side of the door of sleep
for the little coin it will take
to buy the secret I shall not keep.
I see men as trees suffering
or confound the detail and the horizon.
Lay the coin on my tongue and I will sing
of what the others never set eyes on.
— Keith Douglas
(“Succinct but mysterious, Desert Flowers belongs to a liminal state between sleeping and waking, night and day.
It seems to open and close: first, to look outwards at the “wide landscape” and then to turn to the unconscious desires
where poetry – even the starkest war poetry – is generated. There’s a convalescent quality of memories
being reviewed in quiet darkness, and energies gathered.” Keith Douglas was considered the most talented –
and overlooked – poet of the Second World War.)
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I Come Into The Peace Of Wild Things 3 comments
Bee on Buckbrush — Image by kenne
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
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Solitary Digger Bee 1 comment
Solitary Digger Bee — Image by kenne
“The solitary Bee
whose buzzing was the
only sound of life,
flew there on restless wing,
Seeking in vain
one blossom where to fix.”
— Robert Southey
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White-banded Digger Bee 3 comments
White-banded Digger Bee — Image by kenne
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Bee On Cactus Blossom 1 comment
Bee On Cactus Blossom — Image by kenne
A pollinator
Lands on a cactus blossom
Only to move on.
— kenne
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Western Honey Bee On Chicory Leave a comment
Western Honey Bee On Chicory Wildflower — Image by kenne
Western honey bee
On chicory wildflower
Spring is everywhere.
— kenne
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Bee On Monument Plant Blossom 2 comments
Bee On Monument Plant Blossom — Image by kenne
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb
— from Today by Billy Collins
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Bee On Burroweed Among Ferns Leave a comment
Bee On Burroweed Among Ferns — Image by kenne
Look, and you will see
Pleasure in flowers today
The desert loves spring.
— kenne
