Picacho Peak State Park In The Spring — Image by kenne
A Sort Of A Song
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait, sleepless. —through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones. Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.
O day—if I could cup my hands and drink of you, And make this shining wonder be A part of me! O day! O day! You lift and sway your colors on the sky Till I am crushed with beauty. Why is there More of reeling sunlit air Than I can breathe? Why is there sound In silence? Why is a singing wound About each hour? And perfume when there is no flower? O day! O Day! How may I press Nearer to loveliness?
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.”
“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.
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.
“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.”
Another sign of spring in the desert are our reptile friends, most scurrying about making it difficult to photograph. But not the eastern collared lizard (Crotaphytus collaris), who like to pose for you on a nearby rock.
Welcome back, my friend — it is spring time in the Sonoran desert.
Picacho Peak State Park In The Spring — Image by kenne
Desert Spring Wildflowers — Image by kenne
“Spring” — Photo Artistry by kenne
“Aging in the Spring: — Image by kenne
“Waves of Joy” — Image by kenne
“Pools of Sorrow” — Image by kenne
Blooming Brittlebush — Image by kenne
Bee On Indigo Blossom — Signs of Spring (Tohono Chul, Tucson, AZ, February 24, 2018) by kenne
“I’ll Take My Spring On the Rocks” (Sabino Creek near the dam.) — Image by kenne
Indian Paintbrush Computer Art by kenne
Eastern Collared Lizard
