Archive for the ‘Fall’ Category
Mt. Lemmon Autumn — Image by kenne
Golden Stillness
High on Mt. Lemmon,
the leaves burn gold—
not in dying,
but in remembering their light.
Below, the San Pedro Valley
breathes in silence,
a vast mirror
where the sun learns to meditate.
I feel the boundary dissolve—
between mountain and man,
between seeing and being seen.
The wind passes through me,
whispering:
nothing ends,
it only changes color.
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Pima Canyon Sunrise — Image by kenne
Fall in the canyon
Sunrise over canyon walls
Removes the fall chill.
— kenne
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Autumn Nature (A Walk In The Woods) — Image by kenne
Nature
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, –
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, –
Only – be it near to you!
For I’d rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city’s year forlorn.
— Henry David Thoreau
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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
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Rose Lake Trail In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Is this a lost shirt or an extreme act of kindness?
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Leaves of Color On the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
“To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.”
— Mark Twain
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Clouds Over The Catalinas — Image by kenne
In the desert fall
often the sky
is cloudless.
When clouds move in
they paint the sky.
— kenne
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Fall Near The Arizona/Mexico Border– Image by kenne
Fall near the border
Where have-nots are fenced out
What would Kino* say?
— kenne
*Father Eusebio Francisco Kino
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Fall Colors On Bear Wallow Trail On Mt. Lemmon — HDR Image by kenne
We live in the
Sonoran desert
Surrounded by
Sky islands.
After a short drive,
We can experience
Traditional fall colors
On Mt. Lemmon.
— kenne
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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
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Autumn In Sabino Canyon — Panorama by kenne
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
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Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Drive thirty-five miles
To mixed conifer forest
Above the desert.
— kenne
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A Fall Hike In the Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Fields of gold
more beautiful
than any mineral
Strike it rich
it’s out there
to be found
There’s more
I know, just
keep on hiking
Over the hills
through meadows
of golden magic
— kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Mushrooms — HDR Image by kenne
out of the darkness
into the forest shadows
a new life in light
— kenne
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Fall In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne
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