December 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
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December Is Here — Desert Sunset 4 comments
Lake Titicaca Sunset Leave a comment
Lake 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
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Tucson Sunset — What’s Not To Love? Leave a comment
Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne
Tucson sunset
A metaphor
That replaces
The snowflake
— kenne
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End 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
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Unfoldment 1 comment
Tucson Basin Sunset — Image by kenne
Each idea planted
yet not the first
is a new beginning
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
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Talk Of Rain Coming 1 comment
Rain 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
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Evening Solitude Leave a comment
Evening 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
