Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne
Don’t lose hope
spring is on its way
look, and you will see
the signs everywhere.
— kenne
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Don’t Lose Hope 2 comments
Bee On A Desert Chicory Wildflower Leave a comment
Bee on a Desert Chicory Wildflower — Computer Art by kenne
The Song of the Bee
Buzz! buzz! buzz!
This is the song of the bee.
His legs are yellow;
A jolly, good fellow,
And yet a great worker is he.
In days that are sunny
He’s getting his honey,
In days that are cloudy
He’s making his wax:
On pinks and on lilies,
And gay daffodillies,
And columbine blossoms,
He levies a tax
Buzz! buzz! buzz!
The sweet-smelling clover,
He, humming, hangs over;
The scent of the roses
Makes fragrant his wings:
He never gets lazy;
From thistle and daisy,
And weeds of the meadow,
Some treasure he brings.
Buzz! buzz! buzz!
From morning’s first light
Till the coming of night,
He’s singing and toiling
The summer day through.
Oh! We may get weary,
And think work is dreary;
‘Tis harder by far
To have nothing to do.
— Marian Douglas
(from The Book of Virtues”: A Treasury of Great Moral Stories by William J. Bennett)
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Signs Of Spring In The Desert 2 comments
Saguaro Blossoms
Ocotillo Blossoms
Palo Verde Blossons
Spring in Sabino Canyon
Desert Hibiscus
Signs Of Spring In The Desert — Photo Essay by kenne
Desert Song
I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves
I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun
I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart
I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life
I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light
— Ruth Housman
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Honeybee On Brittlebush Blossoms Leave a comment
Honeybee On Brittlebush Blossoms — Image by kenne
“When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.”
— Robert Frank
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Bee On Fiddleneck Wildflower 2 comments
Bee On Fiddleneck Wildflower — Image by kenne
Wildflower
“you cannot catch a wildflower”
he says.
“you are my wildflower.”
I am lost inside myself
my personal paradise
my own euphoric insanity
could I be as manic as I sometimes believe
to feel as if my soul lives in the earth beneath my feet
and stretches from the root of every tree to the tips of their leaves
exhaling me into the sky to float with the wind from meadow to meadow
I stand with arms stretched
spinning in circles like a tiny tornado
grazing the tips of each blade of grass with my fingertips
dancing with my pointed toes upon dewy petals
breathing in the heavens of the earth
feeling as if the sun was shining from within me
my world could not exist without this insatiable lust for life
you cannot hold me and shelter me under the dark roof you flourish in
I am a wildflower
I need the meadows, the sky, the sun, the air, the freedom
— Amour de Monet
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Bee On Fairy Duster — Image by kenne
Insect lover of the sun,
Joy of thy dominion!
Sailor of the atmosphere,
Swimmer through the waves of air,
Voyager of light and noon,
Epicurean of June,
Wait I prithee, till I come
Within ear-shot of thy hum,–
All without is martyrdom.
— from The Humblebee by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Bumblebee on Aspen Fleabane 1 comment
Bumblebee on Aspen Fleabane — Image by kenne
Before moving to Tucson,
“I was so much older then,
I’m younger than that now.”
— kenne
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Bumblebee On A Thistle Photo Composition — Two Images 2 comments
Bumblebee On a Thistle — Compositions by kenne
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