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Snow on Mt. Lemmon — iPhone Image by kenne
Clear skies, low thirties
Snow on the Catalina’s
For this morning’s walk.
— kenne
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Aspen Trail on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
Sun warms the lizard’s back
and the humble back of the mountain.
A raven croaks from the top of a thermal.
The valley oak above the barn,
dying a huge branch at a time,
stands in calm mortability, content
with the warm light that has fed its leaves,
the dark waters that have fed its roots,
its acorns that have fed the woodpeckers
for five hundred rainy seasons.
— Ursula K. Le Guin
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Bear Wallow On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
In spray-paint, psychedelic, gaudy,
Fall scrawls its name – a blunt and bawdy
Challenge to the complacent wood.
We say: there goes the neighborhood;
It is not and it cannot come to good.
Soon, flustered leaves will sag like torn
Wallpaper; solid dark walls, worn
Through here and there, exposed a bitter
Sky while, on the bare ground, litter
And stub ends pile up everywhere.
Not even one green plant would dare
Poke its nose out in the crude air
Of catch-as-catch-can thievery, lust,
Cut-throat protection and sick trust.
Where year by year we walked together
Determined paths, a wilder atmosphere
Wheels in, flaunting its chains, blades and black leather.
— from Autumn Variations by W. D. Snodgrass
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December 2011 Christmas Card Art — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Mt. Lemmon got some snow earlier this month, but nothing like December 2011. I timed it just right and was able to drive Catalina Highway
to capture some holiday snow photographs on the mountain. Click here to see some of the snow-covered images on Mt. Lemmon.
— kenne
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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
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Mushrooms on Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The truth knocks on the door,
and you say,
Go away, I’m looking for the truth,
and so it goes away.
Puzzling.
― Robert M. Pirsig
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Mt. Lemmon Aspen Trees — Image by kenne
Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous people learn to live
with trees mindfully hand in hand.
Listen to branches rustling hymns
through silent sounds in their limbs.
Mighty Maples murmur in the breeze
sweet tales of syrup drawn to please.
Trees converse, they do care sending
forest messages everywhere.
Through the air and underground
signals pulse from floor to crown.
Quaking Aspen is known for being
the earth’s most massive living thing
these trees united by one root system
the world’s largest superorganism.
— from Talking Tree Truth by Greg Gaul
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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
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An Autumn Sunrise On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Signs of autumn echoes
Throughout the forest
As time present becomes
Time past in a moment.
As the aspen leaves
Dance in the breeze
There is only the dance —
Neither moment from
Nor towards.
— kenne
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On Mt. Lemmon’s Aspen Trail — Image by kenne
To my poet friends, how many have had the following experience?
Reading a poem to and audience, years
after its having been published
or even revisited, I discovered a word
that should have been another, an edit
that was so obvious to me—the apt word
stealthily entering my consciousness—
I stumbled over it, embarrassingly
losing my train of thought, nervously
shifting my weight, pussyfooting—
my feet doing a little dance, behind
the speaker’s stand, my mind
in a state of reorganizational panic
as when the face of a former lover, emerges
from memory and lightly touches something
strangely new, something ethereal . . .
— from The Edit by David M. Parsons
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Mt. Lemmon Aspens — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sun breaks through
the low-hanging clouds
on the golden aspen leaves
dancing to the autumn breeze.
— kenne
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Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Drive thirty-five miles
To mixed conifer forest
Above the desert.
— kenne
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Fallen Leaves in the Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
It’s that time of year
Raindrops form on fallen leaves
Clouds begin to break.
— kenne
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Autumn On Mt. Lemmon — A Panorama by kenne
Leaves begin to fall
Here high on Mt. Lemmon
Now wearing long sleeves.
— kenne
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Apache Beggarticks Wildflowers On Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
As fall comes to Mt. Lemmon
The mixed conifer forest begins
To show its autumn colors as
Mountain wildflowers will remain
Until the winter snows start to fall
And Mt. Lemmon becomes a house
Without beams and walls.
— kenne
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