In spray-paint, psychedelic, gaudy, Fall scrawls its name ā 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.
Oh, good gigantic smile oā the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask iā the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is lifeās trial, as old earth smiles and knows. If you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes! Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
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.
Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek Hiking to Hutch’s Pool — Panorama by kenne
One of my favorite hikes is to Hutch’s Pool. In the past, the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN) would guide a fall and spring hike, each hike having a many as 15 hikers. However, like so many things, not this fall because of the pandemic. The trail is open, but not for groups.
— kenne
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I bear many scars,
but I also carry with me moments
that would not have happened
if I had not dared
to go beyond my limits.
— Paulo Coelho
Crossing Sabino Creek Below Hutch’s Pool — Image by kenne
Cabin In The Woods (Mt. Lemmon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
I wish I could escape to that cabin in the woods, Where the trees have a face like no other. And those trees play songs, with the breeze sweeping through their branches. I wish I could hear their songs. Not just hear, but to actively listen Because they fill their chords with notes of love. I want their tunes to brush my ear and their leaves to gently cover me from above. The leaves that don’t crunch or wither or die. The leaves are full of ever-increasing life. When the fallen leaves have touched my skin Chills cover my flesh and shoot me with a sensation. I have been touched by this gracious life.