Cloud Ripples At Sunset — Image by kenne
“Nature is orderly.
That which appears to be chaotic in nature
is only a more complex kind of order.”
— Gary Snyder
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Cloud Ripples At Sunset Leave a comment
“Nature is orderly.
A Winter Sunset 3 comments
A Winter Sunset In The Sonoran Desert — Image by kenne
A Winter Sunset
The winds are blowing
across the winter sky
colors moving in this
land of the setting sun.
Lovers raise a glass of wine
hearts warmed by the colors
as they lay quietly together
embracing nature’s moment.
Other sunsets will happen
bringing passion and joy
each sharing day’s passing
with those who participate.
Sunsets are always new
generating energy called love
to be shared with someone
since the beginning of time.
— kenne
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A Mesquite Sunset Leave a comment
A Mesquite Sunset — Image by kenne
“My god is all gods in one.
When I see a beautiful sunset,
I worship the god of Nature;
when I see a hidden action brought to light,
I worship the god of Truth;
when I see a bad man punished
and a good man go free,
I worship the god of Justice;
when I see a penitent forgiven,
I worship the god of Mercy.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
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You Are My Valentine Leave a comment
“There’s More To The Picture Than Meets The Eye”
— Neil Young
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On, What Sorrow Leave a comment
Sonoran Winter Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Crossroad
On, what sorrow to have
poems off in the distance
of passion, and a brain
all stained with ink!
Oh, what sorrow not to have
the happy man’s fantastical
shirt—a tanned skin,
the sun’s carpet.
(Flocks of letters
wheel round my eyes.)
Oh, what sorrow the ancient
sorrow of poetry,
this sticky sorrow
so far from clean water!
Oh, sorrow of sorrowing
to sip at the vein of lyric!
Oh, sorrow of dried-up fountains
and mills without flour!
Oh, what sorrow to have
no sorrow, to spend life
on the colorless grass
of the hesitant lane!
Oh, the deepest sorrow:
the sorrow of joy, a plow
Cutting furrows for us
where weeping bears fruit!
(The cold moon rises
over a paper mountain.)
Oh, sorrow of truth!
Oh, sorrow of the lie!
— Federico Garcia Lorca
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Christmas For Two 10 comments
Christmas Eve 2020 Sunset (Tucson) — Images by kenne
Christmas for two
2010 was our first
Christmas in Tucson
we spent it together
hiking nearby trails
swimming in the pool
enjoying our new desert life.
over the years, we traveled
each Christmas
spending time with family
now ten years out
the curse of COVID
has limited our travels
we are together again
on Christmas Eve watching
another beautiful sunset
we miss not being
with family and friends
a price for the future
— kenne
“Spinning Song” — A Love Song
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So the shortest day came . . . 3 comments
Solstice Sunset — Image by kenne
So the shortest day came, and the year died,
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive,
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, reveling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us—Listen!!
All the long echoes sing the same delight,
This shortest day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!
— Susan Cooper
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We Walk On An Unsilvered Mirror Leave a comment
Puerto Penasco Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Earth
We walk on
an unsilvered
mirror,
a crystal surface
without clouds.
If lilies would grow
backwards,
if roses would grow
backwards,
if all those roots
could see the stars
and the dead not close
their eyes,
we would become like swans.
— Federico García Lorca
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Sonoran Sunset Leave a comment
Sonoran Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”
— Pablo Picasso
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Sun, the lord of heaven 4 comments
Sun, the lord of heaven — Image by kenne
The Red Poppy
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
— Louise Glück
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Works of Art Imitate . . . Leave a comment
Another Beautiful Sunset — Image by kenne
“Works of art imitate and provoke other works of art,
the process is the source of art itself.”
— Edward Hirsch
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“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light.” Leave a comment
Red Sky at Sunset –“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light.” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
— Dylan Thomas
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Sunset Over The Mountains 3 comments
Sunset Over the Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne
SUNSETS
Pink – orange sunsets
like all those
time-worn loves
Always smile down
upon me
whispering how good they were
The days
and the involvements
I can never turn away
from a hiding sun
No more than I can blot out
hidden memories
It’s the last few moments
of either
that promise the most
Smugness in lovers
is tolerable
In a sunset
It’s devastating
— John Boynton
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Yesterday’s Sunset from Off Our Patio — Image by kenne
Some of the wildfires in the west began with the Bighorn Fire here in the Santa Catalina Mountains back in June.
Since then fires have continued to ravage the west. Sadly, all the climate models have projected data
predicting the conditions for a perfect storm.
Meanwhile, there are currently five storms in the Atlantic. It’s time to
stop climate-denial or conspiracy thinking and believe in science.
Pease, let’s not let politics win out over science.
— kenne
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Colorless Desert Sunset Leave a comment
Colorless Desert Sunset — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Sonoran sunset
A different perspective
Maintains its beauty.
— kenne
