Molino Basin Trail — Image by kenne
Missing the Trails
I miss the dust,
the way it clings to your boots
like memory.
The smell of creosote after rain,
the hawk cutting silence
into ribbons of sky.
Down here,
everything feels too paved,
too polite.
Up there,
the mountains didn’t care—
and that was freedom.
Tom Markey (Picacho Peak State Park) — HDR Image by kenne
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Hiking Mid-October on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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Echo Azure Butterflies — Image by kenne
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Cairn (on the right) On Trail To Cardiac Gap — Image by kenne
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Manzanita – Little Apple — Image by kenne
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This Place Protected By A Silent Alarm
This is a good place to settle,
The desert close to the mountains
In the foothills –
Combining blue light
During the day,
Dark light at night.
Under it a white-beard man
Searching the stars
Having forgotten the way
From which I came.
. . . the innocent remain nameless.
Climbing up a mountain trail
Watching the clouds rise above
As nature goes about its changes.
Rocky and steep, the trail’s overture
Both welcomes and challenges
The spirit of the hiker.
After awhile I read and write poetry —
Opening many more doors,
Hungry to learn more
And capture the first glimpse
Of a simple universal image
To which I bring seeing.
. . . the innocent delight in the ordinary.
— kenne
Images by kenne
Two On The Trail — Image by kenne
Two on the trail
One to protect
Two sharing life
One to nurture
Two sharing love
One to escort
Two standing guard
One to pursue
Two to gather
One for the two
Two for the one
kenne
