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Silverpuff and Desert Chicory — Image by kenne
They grow up together
maturing in the desert sun.
She became a
beautiful white flower —
chicory by name.
Soon one night
he blossomed
into a handsome
yellow flower
only to change
dramatically
by mid-morning
to a silver globe —
silverpuff by name.
Standing there alone
only she knew
of his conversion —
making his change
even more special.
Coupled together
to the earth
their offspring
scattered to the wind.
Soon the very elements
that nurtured
their beginning
will bring about
their ending.
— kenne
Humphreys Peak In Northern Arizona”– Image by kenne
Find high ground
in northern Arizona,
panning the horizon
in a 360 degree view,
you will always see
her presence —
the peak above
the San Francisco Peaks.
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Image by kenne
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Desert Wildflower — Image by kenne
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Blue Lupine & Yellow Poppies — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Desert Flower
by James F. Harrington
You are like a garden oasis,
blooming in the dry desert.
Your heart is warmer than the center of the sun.
Your soul glitters like moonlight!
I want to take you into my arms,
rush to my white Arabian charger,
and together we will ride
into the dark blue indigo night!
We would gallop past golden minarets,
through all of time,
past all memories,
until we reach the peaceful,
quiet serenity of Jannat.
There we would settle down,
under the soothing,
cool shade of jade colored olive trees.
I would sing to thee my songs of love.
We would lay on a carpet that possessed magical qualities.
Ripe fruit would be in abundance.
We would be forever in paradise.
Winter Windowlight — Image kenne
Creosote Bushes… Desert Holly
Weeks…
months pass
in a haze.
It feels like
desert shack
summer.
A woman is on a gold overstuffed chair,
knees drawn up to small breasts,
a brief blue cotton dress
at her narrow hips,
no panties,
long ebony hair
tangled wild.
The cement
floor
has a brittle
membrane
of Linoleum.
Exile
is not
a
vacation.
There are mortal facts
in the bloodstream,
which is
no excuse.
Money grins.
Pink ribbons
travel far.
It is raining
outside
an empty
room.
There will
be
flash floods,
snapped off
lives.
Out on the highway,
truck air horns
argue
with one another
like bible camp
children.
Now the man is alone
and the woman
is in a $69
Kingman
motel.
Goodbye
is an owl
at twilight…
light pole
perched.
–Red Shuttleworth
“Snow On The Catalinas” — Image by kenne
This view is from the Tanque Verde Wash over Tanuri Ridge toward the Sabino Canyon area of the Santa Catalina Mountains after an unusually low elevation snow fall.
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Joy and Kenne at Big Nose Kate’s Saloon in Tombstone, Arizona — Image by kenne from Justin’s Photograph
seeds jettisoned
dizzily dancing
riding the wind
capsules abandoned
doors remain open
attraction lost
to the ages
now it’s time
to turn the page
you know it ain’t easy
to see another view
but, these feelings
won’t go away
echoing off all tomorrows
echoing . . .
echoing . . .
kenne
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