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Mushrooms In The Mount Lemmon Forest   4 comments

Butterfly Trail July 2013

Butterfly Trail July 2013

Butterfly Trail July 2013

Butterfly Trail July 2013

Butterfly Trail July 2013

Butterfly Trail July 2013

Butterfly Trail July 2013

Butterfly Trail July 2013Mountain rains bring on an abundance of mushrooms in the forest. — Images by kenne

What Path WIll You Take? I Wander.   2 comments

Butterfly Trail July 2013“What Path WIll You Take? I Wander.” Image by kenne

What path will you take?

I wander.

What path did you take?

I wonder?

Was it over yonder?

Maybe,

Just maybe

It was over there.

Who knows?

You wander —

Here,

There,

Everywhere.

kenne

Decaying Wood Abstract   3 comments

Butterfly Trail July 2013“Woody” — Image by kenne

Once standing up tall
deep in the maintain forest
woody in decay.

kenne

Posted July 20, 2013 by kenneturner in Art, Nature, Photography, Poetry

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Little Bird, Capture Your Moment   Leave a comment

Little Bird — Image by kenne

Little bird singing
Jumps quickly among the twigs
Capture your moment.

kenne

The Southwest Is Burning   Leave a comment

“The Southwest Is Burning” — Image by kenne

The Southwest Is Burning

Natures Beauty Lost In Time

Dry Eyes Become Glassy

kenne

Mountain Grassy Knoll Helps Build Back Burned Area   Leave a comment

Image by kenne

This area on Mt. Lemmon in the Santa Catalina Mountains received forest damage from the 2003 Alpine wildfire. The natural process for rebuilding the forest is being claim by more aggressive growth plant, which offer a nurturing base for the future forest. 

I share the following poem from the blog, “Lyric’s Place” with this image. Readers are encouraged to visit this quality poetry site and share it with their friends. — http://lyricsplace.wordpress.com/ Poets around the globe are using Internet blogging to share their poetry with much success and site views are on the increase because of networking.

vestiges

By lyricsplace

staring at a grassy knoll
speckled with young trees,
i sit.
sun beating down upon me
as birds shriek, cry, sing, swoop.
squirrels scurry through the
wild grass,
carefully pulling strands apart
in search of food.

my eyes see this.
my mind processes this.
but my heart.
oh my heart.
my heart struggles
like the cardinals forever
fighting at the bottom of this
grassy knoll.

an owl calls from the next cluster of trees.
the “hoo hoo”
only brings tears to my eyes
and a weight to my chest
as i think only to answer with
“you you.”

fresh air surrounds me
yet i cannot partake.
unable to smile,
unable to move,
so i sit.
in the midst of paradise,

aching for one more word
one more echo of your voice,
vestiges i know
i must let go
but things with which my
shattered heart
has sewn itself shut.

you found the hidden passages
of my heart,
hidden passages long ago
abandoned.
lit them with your torch,
now they still shine brightly.
the entrance crumbled
without warning,
but the heat emanating
from within
rivals that of the sun.
it burns within my chest.
tears will not extinguish the
flames burning inside.
neither does inducing an anaerobic state.

with a burning chest,
a lost mind,
and a body yearning
for your touch,
i sit,
in the midst of paradise,
alone.
with vestiges of love
now trapped forever
behind a
landslide of molten rocks.

– – by lyricsplace

kenne

 

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