Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly On A Bearded Penstemon — Image by kenne
Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine or blood of rhythm drives it through—
A leap of words to things and there it stops.
Creating empty caves and tools in shops
And holy domes, and nothing you can name;
The long old chorus blowing underfoot
Makes high wild notes of mountains in the sea.
O Muse, a goddess gone astray
Who warms the cow and makes the wise man sane,
(& even madness gobbles demons down)
Then dance through jewelled trees & lotus crowns
For Narihira’s lover, the crying plover,
For babies grown and childhood homes
And moving, moving, on through scenes and towns
Weep for the crowds of men
Like birds gone south forever.
— from A Stone Garden by Gary Snyder
Raven On A Rock with Bearded penstemon Wildflowers — Image by kenne
“Bye-Bye” (Bearded Penstemon, Mt Lemmon) — Image by kenne
Bearded Penstemon Wildflower — Computer Art by kenne
Wildflower Digital Art (Bearded penstemon) by kenne
Bearded Penstemon Wildflower (Mt. Lemmon, Arizona)– Computer art by kenne
Golden Columbine
Cranesbill
Aspen Fleabane
Bearded Penstemon
Wright’s Bluets
Macromeria
Western Sneezeweed
Richardson’s Geranium —
