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Aging In The Spring   2 comments

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013“Aging in the Spring: — Image by kenne

Aging in the spring
Summer temps have come early —
Is this a new norm?

— kenne

Posted June 10, 2018 by kenneturner in Information, Photography, Poetry, Spring, Summer

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Pools Of Sorrow, Waves Of Joy   2 comments

This time of year Tanuri Ridge is brightened with yellow Palo Verde blossoms under beautiful spring skies. This posting first appeared April 2014 with the poem, “Our Neighborhood — Trying to Reason,” which includes the line “pools of sorrow waves of joy” from the Beatles song, “Across the Universe.”

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
OUR NEIGHBORHOOD — TRYING TO REASON

We traverse these streets,
sometimes early in the morning,
sometimes late in the day,
sometimes walking,
sometimes running —
always for a reason.

We wave at passersby,
sometimes we greet them,
sometimes it’s just a smile
sometimes we stop and talk,
sometimes walking together,
always for a reason.

We have neighborly expectations,
sometimes it’s watering plants,
sometimes it’s calling the ill,
sometimes it’s being complimentary,
sometimes it’s being watchful,
always for a reason.

We can be a convivial people,
sometimes we go out together,
sometimes we party together,
sometimes we join clubs together,
sometimes we share community work,
always for a reason.

We can be adversaries,
sometimes our expectations are not real,
sometimes we overreact,
sometimes we take reactions personally,
sometimes power is polarized, frustration generalized,
always for a reason.

We can be Pleasantville,
sometimes we are without color,
sometimes we are in pools of sorrow,
sometimes we are in waves of joy,
sometimes drifting through my open mind,
always for a reason.

— kenne

Tanuri Ridge (1 of 1) blog framed B-W“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne

Blooming Brittlebush   Leave a comment

Brittle Bush Flowers-0749 blogBlooming Brittlebush — Image by kenne

I attend to this moment
less it goes unattended
by the bee flying
in and out of time
only to be lost in a
wild thyme unseen
just to be conquered 
and reconciled again.

— kenne

Bee On Indigo Blossom — Signs of Spring   1 comment

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Bee on an Indigo Blossom-3431 blogBee On Indigo Blossom — Signs of Spring (Tohono Chul, Tucson, AZ, February 24, 2018) by kenne

“If the bee disappeared off the face of the Earth,
man would only have four years left to live.” 

— Albert Einstein

I’ll Take My Spring On The Rocks   1 comment

The Shape of Water“I’ll Take My Spring On the Rocks” (Sabino Creek near the dam.) — Image by kenne

“When you sit in silence long enough,
you learn that silence has a motion.

It glides over you without shape or form,
exactly like water. 
Its color is silver.
And silence has a sound you hear
only after hours of wading inside it.

The sound is soft,
like flute notes rising up,
like the words of glass speaking.

Then there comes a point
when you must shatter
the blindness of its words,
the blindness of its light.”

― Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water

Indian Paintbrush Computer Art   Leave a comment

Indian Paintbrush art blogIndian Paintbrush Computer Art by kenne

Mountain Wildflowers

Spring on the mountains
Without rain only a few
Scattered here and there.

— kenne

Signs Of Spring In The Desert   2 comments

Signs Of Spring In The Desert — Photo Essay by kenne

Desert Song

I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves

I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun

I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart

I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life

I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light

— Ruth Housman

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