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A Fall Hike On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

A Fall Hike On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

A POEM IS A MOUNTAIN

a poem is a mountain

high above the city,

a place of contrasts,

filled with periods of

rain, snow and drought.

a poem is a mountain

filled with expressions of time,

filled with seasons

filled with life and death.

a poem is a mountain

growing old without pity

where God touches earth

bringing forth new life

changing earth’s colors.

a poem is a mountain

where rocks mark places, 

silence bringing on sound,

directing the eye

to things not seen —

only then does the 

mountain become a poem

— kenne

 

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors   3 comments

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors – Photo-Artistry by kenne

Looking up through the trees
what was a green canopy
has become brown and gold
against the bright blue sky.

Slowly the leaves will fall
providing a new carpet leaving
behind the season’s name soon
to be covered by winter snow.

— kenne

Mt. Lemmon Fall Color   2 comments

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Drive thirty-five miles

To mixed conifer forest

Above the desert.

— kenne

Aspen Draw Fall Colors   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

You should always know when

you’re shifting gears in life.

You should leave your era,

it should never leave you.

— Leontyne Price

 

Road To Mt. Lemmon   1 comment

Fall Colors On The Road To Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

I know fall is here
You can feel it in the air
Signs are everywhere.

A blue sky above
Framing the colors of fall
Can we stop the clock?

The days are shorter
Our nights are by the fireplace
It’s hot-toddy time!

— kenne

Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Aspen Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”

– Albert Camus

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors   2 comments

Hiking Mid-October on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Fall colors abound

Creating a tapestry

On the mountain trails.

— kenne

A November Hike To Hutch’s Pool   2 comments

Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek Hiking to Hutch’s Pool — Panorama by kenne

One of my favorite hikes is to Hutch’s Pool. In the past, the Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalists (SCVN)
would guide a fall and spring hike, each hike having a many as 15 hikers.
However, like so many things, not this fall because of the pandemic.
The trail is open, but not for groups.

— kenne

* * * * *

I bear many scars,

but I also carry with me moments

that would not have happened

if I had not dared 

to go beyond my limits.

— Paulo Coelho

Crossing Sabino Creek Below Hutch’s Pool — Image by kenne

 

Aspen Draw Trail — Fall Colors   1 comment

Aspen Draw Trail On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

 

Walk the mountain trails

Beauty is all around us

Never to forget.

 

The words miss the mark

If only they could capture

The moment in time.

 

So, we keep trying

To share visual moments

And all its beauty.


— kenne

 

Cabin In The Woods   1 comment

Cabin In The Woods (Mt. Lemmon) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

I wish I could escape to that cabin in the woods,
Where the trees have a face like no other.
And those trees play songs,
with the breeze sweeping through their branches.
I wish I could hear their songs.
Not just hear, but to actively listen
Because they fill their chords with notes of love.
I want their tunes to brush my ear
and their leaves to gently cover me from above.
The leaves that don’t crunch or wither or die.
The leaves are full of ever-increasing life.
When the fallen leaves have touched my skin
Chills cover my flesh and shoot me with a sensation.
I have been touched by this gracious life.

— from Cabin In The Woods by Little.Bird

October On The Mountain   Leave a comment

October On the Mountain — Photo-Artistry by kenne

OCTOBER

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Robert Frost

Fall Colors In The Desert Winter #2   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Cottonwoods - 72Fall Colors Along Sabino Creek in Winter (January 2020) — Image by kenne

Water in the creek
Frost at night in the canyon
Color cottonwoods.

— kenne

Fall Colors In The Desert Winter   Leave a comment

Saguaro In Sun-72.jpgCottonwoods Creating Fall Colors In The Desert Winter (01/02/20) — Image by kenne

 

Saying Goodbye To Fall On Mt. Lemmon   Leave a comment

Aspen Draw Trail-978307200 blog.jpgSaying Goodbye to Fall On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne

We have passed through fall, for now,

Saying goodbye to falling leaves,

Relaced by falling snowflakes, 

Blanketing the narrow forest trails.

* * * * *

“The ten hours’ light is abating,

And a late bird wings across,

Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,

Give their black heads a toss.”

— kenne

Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods   1 comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

Autumn Song   

Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain’s lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.

— W. H. Auden

 

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