Archive for the ‘Autumn’ Tag

October   4 comments

Ski Vally Colors (1 of 1)-6_edit bear clawing blogClaw marks made by a bear foraging for insects on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

October

October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
And fill her brimming coffers more and more.
But she, with youthful lavishness,
Spends all her wealth in gaudy dress,
And decks herself in garments bold
Of scarlet, purple, red, and gold.

She heedeth not how swift the hours fly,
But smiles and sings her happy life along;
She only sees above a shining sky;
She only hears the breezes’ voice in song.
Her garments trail the woodlands through,
And gather pearls of early dew
That sparkle, till the roguish Sun
Creeps up and steals them every one.

But what cares she that jewels should be lost,
When all of Nature’s bounteous wealth is hers?
Though princely fortunes may have been their cost,
Not one regret her calm demeanor stirs.
Wholehearted, happy, careless, free,
She lives her life out joyously,
Nor cares when Frost stalks o’er her way
And turns her auburn locks to gray.

— Paul Laurence Dunbar

Autumn Looking For Messages   2 comments

Seed Pods-Edit-2-Art-blog-2Seed Pods — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The lake around them changed its name.
Today it’s no more than a pond I walk around
each autumn looking for messages among
the fallen acorns and beer cans left by teenagers.
Another engine fires, the air rings with each precise explosion,
and each image vanishes into photography.”

— from “Photography” by Philip Levine

 

 

View Of Tucson Basin from Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon January colors-0845 Panorama blogView Of Tucson Basin from Sabino Canyon Recreation Area (January 1, 20018) — Panorama by kenne

The white line at the base of the distant mountains is probably the result of temperature inversion capturing a  large body of cold air having nearly uniform conditions of temperature and humidity that dropped overnight under clear night skies to the lowest level at the edge of the mountains — that’s my best guess.

— kenne

 

Rain Drops On Autumn Leaves   Leave a comment

Bear Waller Oct 2013-8165 III blogRain Drops On Autumn Leaves — Image by kenne

there’s a dry cold air

remaining after a dawn rain

in the high desert mountains

not cold enough to snow

yet cold enough

to send a chill

throughout your body

the morning sunrise guides light

inside the dark forest

just ahead of a morning jogger

following a trail

forming a seam

across the forest floor

carpeted with leaves

of red and gold

dotted with raindrops

appearing to jump

as the returning light 

glimmers through 

each temporary dome

soon to disappear

beneath a winter blanket of snow

— kenne

Autumn Scene   6 comments

Carter Canyon Trail-8130Autumn Scene blogAutumn Scene on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

December at Yase

You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard   
When you chose to be free,
“Again someday, maybe ten years.”

After college I saw you
One time. You were strange.   
And I was obsessed with a plan.

Now ten years and more have   
Gone by: I’ve always known
            where you were—
I might have gone to you   
Hoping to win your love back.   
You still are single.

I didn’t.
I thought I must make it alone. I   
Have done that.

Only in dream, like this dawn,   
Does the grave, awed intensity   
Of our young love
Return to my mind, to my flesh.

We had what the others   
All crave and seek for;
We left it behind at nineteen.

I feel ancient, as though I had   
Lived many lives.

And may never now know   
If I am a fool
Or have done what my   
       karma demands.


-- from “Four Poems for Robin," The Back Country by Gary Snyder


Mt. Lemmon Autumn Colors   Leave a comment

 Aspen Draw Fall Colors 2013-8364 blog II.jpgMt. Lemmon Autumn Colors — Image by kenne

I watch my every step on the trail
not willing to taste the dirt from another fall
on these Santa Catalina Mountains trails.

These mountains are a heaven worth having
where little is said when you are not listening
to the passing of another autumn season.

A gust of wind stirs-up the fallen leaves
one more time before the first snowfall
 covers the trails for the winter.

I thought I would hike this trail the last time
before returning to the desert trails
in search of new spiritual connections.

Now we seek to make it through the Holidays
with a family who tries as they may
to connect the disconnected one more time.

— kenne

The Slopes Are Waiting   Leave a comment

Slopes are Waiting blogThe Slopes are Waiting — Image by kenne

It’s been a warm and dry fall on Mt. Lemmon, which could be a sign of little moisture and low temperatures the winter for Sky Valley.

— kenne

Autumn Sunset   1 comment

Sunset-0621 art blogAutumn Sunset — Computer Art by kenne

Watching yesterday’s sunset
before hitting the road
headed west on I-10
to southern California
with millions of other 
Thanksgiving Holiday travels.

Having made it safely
is now added to the list
of things for which
to be thankful —
a much appreciated
long list of gratitude.

— kenne

Mt. Lemmon Ski Run — Fall Colors   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Mt. Lemmon Ski Run, Fall Colors — Image by kenne

“During World War II, a group of skiers made up of Lowell Thomas , a noted journalist and adventurer, a local forest ranger, and many Davis Monthan serviceman which included Thomas’ son, later a Governor of Alaska, and Art Devlin, a future Olympic ski jumper and Television commentator, formed the Saguaro Ski Club. The well-known cartoonist, Paul Webb, created a patch and membership certificates for the club showing a skier wrapped around a saguaro cactus.”  Click here for more information.

Aspens Along The Fenceline   Leave a comment

Fall Colors 2014-4281 Layers art blogAspens Along the Fenceline Computer Painting by kenne

Aspens in the haze
One questioning what is real
What is meant to be.

— kenne

 

A Walk In The Woods   1 comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Autumn On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

Nature 
by Henry David Thoreau

O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, –
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.

In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, –
Only – be it near to you!

For I’d rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city’s year forlorn. 

Autumn   Leave a comment

Fall Colors 2014-4253_blogImage by kenne

Autumn

Sun smudge on 
the smoky water

— Archibald MacLeish

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