Fall In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty,
as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
— Lauren DeStefano
Archive for the ‘Fall Colors’ Category
Fall, The Grand Finale Leave a comment
Autumn On Mt. Lemmon 1 comment
Aspens Near The Ski Runs On Mt. Lemmon
Autumn wind chases in
From all directions
And a thousand chaste leaves
Give way.
— from Nature Aria by Yi Lei
Share this:
Leaves In A Frame 1 comment
Leaves In A Frame — Photo-artistry by kenne
Changing Of The Seasons
Oh the changing of the seasons it’s a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin’
There’s the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin’ me
And I’m bound for the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it’s snowin’ up in Maine
And the Islands to the south are warm and sunny
And I’ve got to feel the earth shake and I gotta feel the rain
And I’ve got to know a taste of more than honey
So don’t ask me where I’m goin’ or how long I’m gonna be away
Don’t make me give you all the hollow reasons
I’ll think of you like summer and I might be back some day
When my heart miss the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago…
Oh it’s nothing that you said and it ain’t nothing that you done
And I wish I could explain you why I’m leavin’
But there’s some men need the winter and there’s some men need the sun
And there’s some men need the changing of the seasons
Yeah it’s blowin’ in Chicago…
— Shel Silverstein
Share this:
The Falling Leaves 1 comment
The Falling Leaves On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
The Falling Leaves
Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
— Margaret Postgate Cole
Share this:
Fall On Mt. Lemmon 3 comments
Fall On Mt. Lemmon — Painting by kenne
It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
— Mark Twain
Share this:
Fall Colors 2 comments
Fall Colors 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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
Share this:
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
