Archive for the ‘Tanuri Ridge’ Category
Mexican Bird of Paradise (Caesalpinia pulcherrima)— Image by kenne
Blooming Mexican Bird of Paradise
Golden flares in desert heat,
fronds ablaze where sidewalks meet,
petals spilling flame and light—
sunrise rooted in full sight.
Hummingbirds in fleeting dance
sip the nectar, take their chance,
while dusty winds pass overhead
and paint the blooms a deeper red.
Flame-tipped petals catch the breeze,
a burst of fire among the trees.
Yellow, red, and orange flare—
summer’s banner in desert air.
Bottlebrush Blossoms In Front Yard — Image by kenne
Crimson bristles sway—
hummingbirds dive through morning,
yard bursts into song.
Desert Willow Blossoms — Image by kenne
Desert willow sways—
pink trumpets hum in dry winds,
bees sip on silence.
Landscape Butterfly and Hibiscus Blossom — Image by kenne
One bloom, two hard wings,
motion framed by quiet breeze —
the world holds its breath.
Rainbow Over Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne
Colors arc above—
quiet rooftops catch the light,
peace after the storm.
Prickly Pear Blossoms — Image by kenne
From the spined silence,
soft petals rise unafraid—
bloom where none should dare.
Female Black-chinned Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Feeder swings, she guards—
fierce spark in a velvet blur,
nectar worth the chase.
Cactus Blossom — Photo-artistry by kenne
Moon-pale petals breathe,
desert hush holds their perfume—
one night, then they fall.
Oleander at the Northern End of Our Patio with Ocotillo Blossoms On the Neighbor’s Patio — Image by kenne
Oleander sways,
ocotillo strikes the sky—
beauty wears both moods.
Raven Leaving Palm Tree — Image by kenne
“Departure”
A raven rests on fronded throne,
Where desert winds through palm have blown.
Its feathers ink against the sky,
A secret kept where shadows lie.
No caw, no cry, just silent grace,
It lifts into the sunlit space.
From tropic green to open blue,
It leaves the tree—and me—askew.
A parting like a whispered charm,
Dark wings retreating into calm.
And in its flight, the silence grew,
As if the palm now mourned it too.
Curve-billed Thrasher On The Rocks — Image by kenne
Two-tailed Swallowtail — Image by kenne
We cannot all see beauty the same way.
— kenne
Chipping Sparrow On Our Patio — Image by kenne
Under Tucson skies
Under Tucson skies
Desiring the wings to fly
In a sky so deep blue
Satisfied to walk my days
Under Tucson skies.
Sometimes I get a little lost
Acting like a kid flying high
I don’t know why
the thrill is still here
Satisfied under Tucson skies.
I know it an’t just
one of those things
It’s something so nice
So I can’t get use to
Something so right.
I see beautiful colors
I want to write about
But there an’t no substitute
For the real thing
I know there an’t no substitute.
— kenne