Gray Hairstreak on Desert Marigold — Image by kenne
So small—
and yet the marigold bends
as if honored.
The butterfly’s tail
flickers a blue ember.
I have lived long enough
to know
that such brightness
arrives without warning
and leaves the same way.
Still, it is here.
That is enough.
— kenne
Morning Clouds After Overnight Rains — Image by kenne
— kenne
Sabino Canyon at Sunrise — Image by kenne
— kenne
Little Verdin in the Desert Willow by kenne
Little Verdin in the Desert Willow
A tiny pulse of feather—
among the Willow’s green—
the Sky—so dark a Sapphire—
it swallows what is seen—
He flickers—like a secret—
the Morning will not tell—
and leaves the hush of Desert—
more infinite—and still—
Sunset Sky — Image by kenne
Male Cardinal in a Mesquite Tree — Image by kenne
Cardinal flares bright flame,
mesquite shadows bow around—
sunlight says amen.
Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Sun sinks low,
slips under clouds,
canyons gone dark,
shadows loud.
Light keeps fighting,
gray-black on stone—
then night rolls in,
makes it its own.
Clouds Over The Santa Catalina Mountains Front Range — Image by kenne
Above the Catalinas,
clouds sharpen into shadow and flame—
a chiaroscuro sky,
each edge cut bold against the light.
The mountains hold their ground,
stone shoulders darkening
beneath the storm’s bright weight.
In this high contrast of heaven and earth,
the desert waits,
every ridge and ravine
alive with the promise of rain.
Monsoon Clouds Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne
Over the Catalinas,
monsoon clouds rise like mountains
upon the mountain—
rolling, swelling, breaking light
into silver and shadow.
In black and white,
the desert’s colors fall away,
yet the drama deepens:
every ridge sharpened,
every fold of stone
wrapped in the storm’s unfinished script.
The sky is restless charcoal,
the peaks a pale bone line—
between them
the promise of rain,
the hush before thunder speaks.
In the Patio shade after a long hike
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.
Queen Butterfly and Honey Bee On Mule Fat Blossoms — Image by kenne
Morning light breaks soft—
Queen and bee on mule fat bloom,
dew still on the leaves.
Round-tailed Ground Squirrel — Image by kenne
Shining Through The Shadows — Image by kenne
— kenne
