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Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Photo-Artistry   1 comment

Cutleaf Evening Primrose-Edit-3-art-Edit-1-72Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“There are philosophies as varied as the flowers of the field,
and some of them weeds and a few of them poisonous weeds.”

— G. K. Chesterton

Cutleaf evening primrose   1 comment

Bear Wallow LeavesCutleaf evening primrose Image by kenne

An evening primrose
Just drifting in the moment
Even though I hide.

kenne

Capturing The Moment — Evening Primrose On The Mountain   2 comments

Cutleaf Evening Primrose (1 of 1) art blogCutleaf Evening Primrose On The Mountain (Mt. Lemmon, August 1, 2014) — Image by kenne

Walking mountain trails

Nature opening to all,

A time to belong.

— kenne

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Kickback Rock 07-30-12Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

 

Capturing The Moment — Cutleaf Evening Primrose   Leave a comment

Aspen Loop, hiking, Mt. LemmonCutleaf Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

Evening Primrose

When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dewdrops pearl the evening’s breast;
Almost as pale as moonbeams are,
Or its companionable star,
The evening primrose opes anew
Its delicate blossoms to the dew;
And, hermit-like, shunning the light,
Wastes its fair bloom upon the night,
Who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
Knows not the beauty it possesses;
Thus it blooms on while night is by;
When day looks out with open eye,
Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun,
It faints and withers and is gone. 

 — John Clare

Not so the evening primroses . . .   2 comments

Kickback Rock 07-30-12Cutleaf Evening Primrose — Image by kenne

Full
by Wendy Barker

Light splotches on the bed,
mesmerizing the morning.
Why rise from this dazzle?

But outside the kitchen door,
the first time in years, flickering
in the pittosporum’s froth, a dozen

dozen Monarch butterflies ignite
the green, their white freckled patches
shifting, rapid as a blink, and gone.

Not so the evening primroses
that open as the light is leaving
and remains even as the moon lifts

from the trees, even as you sit
steady above your book, until
you rise, and bring me your hands.

(Windy Barker is a poet and critic, and teaches literature at the University of Texas at San Antonio. Windy has been involved in several “Writer’s In Performance” events over the years.)

A Lonely Primrose On The Mountain   3 comments

A Lonely Cutleaf Evening Primrose Spotted While Hiking The Bear Wallow Area On Mount Lemmon — Image by kenne

Nature’s colors change

Falling leaves on the mountain

Around one primrose.

kenne

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