Archive for the ‘Fall Colors’ Category

Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon   1 comment

Aspen Colors On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

On top of Mt. Lemmon

the setting sun casts shadows

honoring this priceless moment

concealed in the colors,

sunk deep in the flesh.

— kenne

Bear Wallow On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Bear Wallow On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

In spray-paint, psychedelic, gaudy,
Fall scrawls its name – 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.

— from Autumn Variations by W. D. Snodgrass

A Fall Hike On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

A Fall Hike On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

A POEM IS A MOUNTAIN

a poem is a mountain

high above the city,

a place of contrasts,

filled with periods of

rain, snow and drought.

a poem is a mountain

filled with expressions of time,

filled with seasons

filled with life and death.

a poem is a mountain

growing old without pity

where God touches earth

bringing forth new life

changing earth’s colors.

a poem is a mountain

where rocks mark places, 

silence bringing on sound,

directing the eye

to things not seen —

only then does the 

mountain become a poem

— kenne

 

Autumn In The Canyon   Leave a comment

Autumn In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne

Among the Rocks

Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i’ 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 life’s 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!

— Robert Browning
 
 

Mt. Lemmon Aspen Trees Talking Truth   2 comments

Mt. Lemmon Aspen Trees — Image by kenne

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.

— from Talking Tree Truth by Greg Gaul 

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors   3 comments

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors – Photo-Artistry by kenne

Looking up through the trees
what was a green canopy
has become brown and gold
against the bright blue sky.

Slowly the leaves will fall
providing a new carpet leaving
behind the season’s name soon
to be covered by winter snow.

— kenne

Mt. Lemmon Aspens   4 comments

Mt. Lemmon Aspens — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sun breaks through
the low-hanging clouds
on the golden aspen leaves
dancing to the autumn breeze.

— kenne

Mt. Lemmon Fall Color   2 comments

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Drive thirty-five miles

To mixed conifer forest

Above the desert.

— kenne

Apache Beggarticks Wildflower   Leave a comment

Apache Beggarticks Wildflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

As fall comes to Mt. Lemmon

The mixed conifer forest begins

To show its autumn colors as

Mountain wildflowers will remain

Until the winter snows start to fall

And Mt. Lemmon becomes a house

Without beams and walls.

— kenne

Road To Mt. Lemmon   1 comment

Fall Colors On The Road To Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

I know fall is here
You can feel it in the air
Signs are everywhere.

A blue sky above
Framing the colors of fall
Can we stop the clock?

The days are shorter
Our nights are by the fireplace
It’s hot-toddy time!

— kenne

In A Yellow Wood   Leave a comment

Fall In The Canyon — Image by kenne

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth . . .

 
— from The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
 
 

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors   2 comments

Hiking Mid-October on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Fall colors abound

Creating a tapestry

On the mountain trails.

— kenne

A November Hike To Hutch’s Pool   2 comments

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

* * * * *

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

 

Aspen Draw Trail — Fall Colors   1 comment

Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

 

Walk the mountain trails

Beauty is all around us

Never to forget.

 

The words miss the mark

If only they could capture

The moment in time.

 

So, we keep trying

To share visual moments

And all its beauty.


— kenne

 

Cabin In The Woods   1 comment

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.

— from Cabin In The Woods by Little.Bird

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