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December Is Here — Desert Sunset   4 comments

Tucson sunset (1 of 1)-4-72-2December Desert Sunset (Tucson Basin) — Image by kenne

How did it get so late so soon?

Its night before its afternoon.

December is here before its June.

My goodness how the time has flewn.

How did it get so late so soon?

— Dr. Seuss

Lake Titicaca Sunset   Leave a comment

Lake Titicaca Sunset-3-Edit-4-art-72Lake Titicaca Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Solar 

Suspended lion face
Spilling at the centre
Of an unfurnished sky
How still you stand,
And how unaided
Single stalkless flower
You pour unrecompensed.

The eye sees you
Simplified by distance
Into an origin,
Your petalled head of flames
Continuously exploding.
Heat is the echo of your
Gold.

Coined there among
Lonely horizontals
You exist openly.
Our needs hourly
Climb and return like angels.
Unclosing like a hand,
You give for ever.

— Philip Larkin

Tucson Sunset — What’s Not To Love?   Leave a comment

Tucson Sunset-72.jpgTucson Sunset — Image by kenne

Tucson sunset

A metaphor

That replaces

The snowflake

— kenne

 

End Of Day Reflections   Leave a comment

Sunset Reflections-72End of Day Reflections — Image by kenne

Picture window
Fall sunset

Darkness settles
Lights shine inside

Window reflects 
Sunset is gone

Day becomes night
Mirror window

‘Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest …’ 

— kenne

Posted November 17, 2019 by kenneturner in Fall, Information, Photography, Poetry, Sunset

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Unfoldment   1 comment

Tucson From The Ridge (1 of 1)-3-72Tucson Basin Sunset — Image by kenne

Each idea planted
yet not the first
is a new beginning
forming the orientation
for the next step
without direction
creating a path
with each step
of unfoldment.
Each step
like an idea
leads to another.
— kenne

Talk Of Rain Coming   1 comment

Rain 8-24-10Rain Clouds At Sunset — Image by kenne

rain clouds at sunset
talk of rain coming

creeks and washes dry
talk of rain coming

maybe not today
talk of rain coming

maybe tomorrow
talk of rain coming

rain clouds without rain
talk of rain coming

talk of rain coming
talk. . .

— kenne

Evening Solitude   Leave a comment

Patio August 2010Evening Solitude — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Only that which does not teach,
Which does not cry out,
Which does not persuade,
Which does not condescend,
Which does not explain,
Is irresistible.

— W. B. Yeats

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