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Blue Dashers Mating   3 comments

Blue Dashers Mating (Sweetwater Wetlands) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Come slowly Eden
Lips unused to thee —
Bashful sip thy jasmines —
As the fainting bee

— Emily Dickinson

Queen Butterfly — Honoring Mothers   3 comments

Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne

Some such Butterfly be seen 
 

Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas —
Just at noon — no later — Sweet —
Then — the License closes —

Some such Spice — express and pass —
Subject to Your Plucking —
As the Stars — You knew last Night —
Foreigners — This Morning —

 
— Emily Dickinson
 
 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)   Leave a comment

Osprey — Mixed Art by kenne

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314)
 
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
 
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
 
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
 
— Emily Dickinson

The Sky Is Low   4 comments

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean’ — Image by kenne

A few days ago, Frank Hudson posted an analysis of this little poem by Emily Dickinson. I continue to learn a lot from Frank’s posts, his summaries, and music.
 
His efforts remind me of my sophomore English teacher, who was dealt the hand of teaching an all jock class of young boys. During every class, she would read at least one poem. She was like the mother taking her children to the museum, hoping to instill some humanity. At the time, we thought she was wasting her’s and our time. Time has proven otherwise. 
 
Although I don’t have anywhere near Frank’s analysis skills, I enjoy reading and learning from his posts.
 
— kenne

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go —

A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.

— Emily Dickinson

Hope   1 comment

Cedar Waxwing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Hope is the thing with feathers—
that perches in the soul—
and sings the tune without the words—
and never stops—at all—

— Emily Dickinson

Bike Rack In Black and White   1 comment

Bike Rack, Granville Island, Vancouver (08/30/09) — Image by kenne

To live is so startling
it leaves little time
for anything else.

— Emily Dickinson

Snow Covered Peaks   Leave a comment

First Snow On The Mountains 2012Snow Covered Peaks In The Santa Catalina Mountains – Photo-Artistry by kenne

“AH, TENERIFFE!”

Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages — pause for you —
Sunset — reviews her Sapphire Regiment –
Day — drops you her Red Adieu!

Still — Clad in your Mail of ices –
Thigh of Granite — and thew — of Steel –
Heedless — alike — of pomp — or parting

Ah, Teneriffe!
I’m kneeling — still –

— Emily Dickinson

Hiking Through An Aspen Grove On Aspen Trail   4 comments

In June of 2003 for the Aspen Fire destroyed 85,000 acres on Mt. Lemmon,
located in the Santa Catalina Mountains.
Last Friday, we hiked the Aspen Trail,
part of which goes through some of the burned areas.
The aspens were among some of the first vegetation to return,
making these trees now about 15 years old.
Our hike was almost too late in the fall
since many of the aspens have already lost their leaves.

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Aspen Trail-3-72Quaking Aspens On Aspen Trail, Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne

Swirling leaves,
Like erratic wings of butterflies,
shimmered, shook, slapped,
Simultaneously clapping as we passed.

Grace in the grove, the ticking,
whispering clatter of the breeze
Passing back and forth between worlds,
Spirit and sound merged together.

— from “Riding Through a Grove of Aspens” by Emily Dickinson 

Mt. Lemmon Autumn   5 comments

Fall Colors 2016 (1 of 1)-6 art-Edit-1-72Mt. Lemmon Autumn — Photo-Artistry by kenne

NATURE, POEM 28: AUTUMN

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

— Emily Dickenson 

Cool Morning On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

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Sneezeweed-72.jpgBee On Sneezeweed, Cool Morning On Mt. Lemmon — Images by kenne

The Mountain

The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.

— Emily Dickinson 

Sleepy Orange   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Landscape Sleepy Orange(1 of 1)-4 grunge art blog.jpgSleepy Orange Butterfly on a Cholla Cactus — Grunge Art by kenne

Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.

— Emily Dickinson

Pipevine Swallowtail Photo-Artistry   2 comments

Pipevine Butterfly & Pool Area LinksPipevine Swallowtail Photo-Artistry by kenne

Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas —
Just at noon — no later — Sweet —
Then — the License closes —

Some such Spice — express and pass —
Subject to Your Plucking —
As the Stars — You knew last Night —
Foreigners — This Morning —

by Emily Dickinson

Morning Walk   1 comment

Rotary Park Lake Havasu -0502 blogRotary Park, Lake Havasu City, Arizona — Image by kenne

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Wonder—is not precisely Knowing
And not precisely Knowing not—
A beautiful but bleak condition
He has not lived who has not felt—

Suspense—is his maturer Sister—
Whether Adult Delight is Pain
Or of itself a new misgiving—
This is the Gnat that mangles men—

— Emily Dickinson

Sara Orange Tip Butterfly   1 comment

Maiden Pools HikeSara Orange Tip Butterfly — Image by kenne

A Light Exists In Spring

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

— Emily Dickinson 

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-light-exists-in-spring-by-emily-dickinson

Queen Butterfly   1 comment

D500 PhotosQueen Butterfly (December 8, 2016) — Image by kenne

The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology –

Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute –

Had he the homely scutcheon
Of modest Industry
‘Twere fitter certifying
For Immortality –

— Emily Dickinson

 

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