Silver-spotted Skipper — Image by kenne
― fromThe Critic as Artist by
Swallowtail Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from Magpiety by Philip Levine
Echo (Spring) Azure Butterfly — Image by kenne
Variegated Fritillary Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Common Mellana — Image by kenne
Southeast Arizona Butterfly Photo-Artistry by kenne
Blossoms and Butterflies
In Sabino Canyon with a group of kids
someone spotted a butterfly flying by
suddenly landing on a nearby wildflower
attracting our attention as a progression
of butterflies began to fill space around us —
smiles and pleasure with the moment.
— kenne
Butterfly Photo-Artistry by kenne
Great Purple Hairstreak: Photo-Artistry by kenne
Photo-Artistry Butterfly
— kenne
Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Digital Painting by kenne
— kenne
Butterfly In A Dark Dream — Grunge At by kenne
— kenne
Orange Sulphur Butterfly Galaxy — Image by kenne
A butterfly
wrapped
in floating shapes
the mountain air
under a
peaceful blue sky
where my heart
dances with
reflected tree shadows
moving with the wind.
I will not take back
one butterfly,
one flower,
one fallen giant ponderosa
all belonging
where trails provide
avenues
for friends sharing
nature's reawakening.
-- kenne
Queen Butterfly — Computer Art by kenne
Butterfly
rhymes with dragonfly
and water with
life.
Butterflies
circle up and down
between my eyes.
Why was it
the butterfly
and not
the dragonfly?
Each carries the
inside of my soul.
— kenne
“Butterfly Heaven” — Computer Art by kenne
Butterfly on Yellow Flower — Computer Art by kenne
No Names
I don’t know the flower or the butterfly’s name,
sometimes it’s not important when the art
is created for posterity not for a reference book.
On this late afternoon in early November,
as the slanting sun reflects off the patio
glass top table putting a stop to my work,
it was not that long ago that I would surrender
to the sun, retreating to the shade of the olive
tree before it became only a long shadow,
moving to the breeze, over the doves atop
the adobe wall as they gather the nerve
to fly down to the patio water fountain.
I thought of other autumn days whose shadows
are not limited to early morning and late afternoon,
deepening the blue of the north sky over the mountains.
Slowly the contrasting earth and sky colors
are giving way to dusk, an exalted dwindling light
going down, time rendered in magentas and mauves
as the bleeding canyon shadows now void of light
an illusion neither above or below the canyon rifts —
night and day always together yet forever apart.
