“Sonoran Heat” — Computer Painting by kenne
The Path of Dreams
There were no trails where I walk.
I walk the desert, poor and broke
thinking of family in Mexico.
Continuing north, I make a path
around the cactus and desert brush.
The sun, still low in the east,
temperature now rising faster
than the morning sun.
Low in water, I find an
old mesquite tree to rest
in its shade until late afternoon.
Then, I will continue following
the path of my dreams —
carefully watching for
green and white trucks.
Dark Desert Grassland — Computer Painting by kenne
I am a desert trail
through dark grasslands
but not lonely
I separate the grass
a sandy channel
for mountain rains
the desert soul
to be wash away.
Humphreys Peak In Northern Arizona– Computer Painting by kenne
Find high ground
in northern Arizona,
panning the horizon
in a 360 degree view,
you will always see
her presence —
the peak above
the San Francisco Peaks.
Sunset By The Wash — Computer Painting by kenne
Thou that hast giv’n so much to me,
Give the thing more, a gratefull heart;
See how Thy beggar works in Thee
He makes thy gifts occasion more
And says, if he in this be crost,
All Thou hast given him heretofore
— George Herbert
Female Phainopepla — Computer Painting by kenne
The cool wind blew in my face
and all at once I felt as if I had
shed dullness from myself.
Before me lay a long gray line
with a black mark down the center.
The birds were singing.
It was spring.
— Burl Ives
“Man In Boat” — Computer Painting by kenne
For Whom The Bell Tolls
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
— John Donne
Western Bluebird — Computer Painting by kenne
When you find yourself
out on a limb alone
it’s best to be a bird.