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Yellow Rose Muse, Made For Soothing Thoughts   6 comments

Kemah_2015 05 03_0576-2 Yellow Rose blog IIYellow Rose Muse, Made for Soothing Thoughts — Image by kenne

“The greatest weapon against stress
is our ability to choose one thought over another.”

— William James

Autumn   Leave a comment

Fall Colors 2014-4253_blogImage by kenne

Autumn

Sun smudge on 
the smoky water

— Archibald MacLeish

Autumn Leaves — Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Fall Colors 2016 (1 of 1)-6 art blog.jpgAutumn Leaves — Grunge Art by kenne

Just ask anyone
Fall is their favorite time,
Admire while you can.

— kenne

Fall Festival Art   1 comment

4th Avenue Street Fair Fall 2012Fall Festival Art by kenne

They enter the mystery festival tents
glowing in the orange sunset.
The heat of summer long gone
leaving behind a soft breeze,
spinning the hanging art.

Time no longer here,
this is just a painting
of what was. And still
I feel the orange sunset
as the breeze gives life to art.

— kenne

Fall Leaves At Peace   Leave a comment

fall-leaves-blogFall Leaves at Peace — Image by kenne

Fall leaves at peace
still
holding raindrops
coming in the darkness

of night, understated,
still,
I wish the drops 

would soak the leaves

as if to give them life
again,
connecting the ground,
breathing.

— kenne

Fall, Stamped and Delivered   Leave a comment

fall-colors-2016-1-of-1-6-art-v-blogFall, Stamped and Delivered — Computer Art by kenne

Stamped, mailed, delivered,

Photos and poems were sent

For another year.

— kenne

Fall Colors   3 comments

fall-colors-2016-1-of-1-6-art-iii-blogFall Colors — Computer Art by kenne

For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,
Tuning a verse for thee.

O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice!
O harvest of my lands! O boundless Summer growths!
O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb!
O theatre of time, and day, and night!
A verse, to seek to see, to narrate thee.

— from “A Carol of Harvest for 1867” by Walt Whitman

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