Archive for the ‘Plants’ Tag
Manzanita – Little Apple — Image by kenne
The manzanita
Adds color to mountain trails,
Small apples to some.
Symbol of accord
Between the old and the young,
Always turning heads.
A mystical plant
Brining forth the hues of thought,
Our earth is reborn.
The smoothness of red
Against the wrinkles of gray,
To make young again.
— kenne
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Creosote Bush — Image by kenne
Evergreen and Common,
The desert smell we love —
So bring on the rain.
— kenne
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Little Ones Along the Buff Trail — Image by kenne
Hi, sweet little thing
Nice to see you this morning
Adorning my path.
— kenne
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Brittlebush Flowers — Computer Painting by kenne
bee sits on flower
buzz buzz bee sips sweet nectar
quick! next flower waits
— Roberta Gibson
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“Hi, Little Friend” — Image by kenne
There comes a point in your life
when you realize who really matters,
who never did, and who always will.
– Unknown
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Desert Chicory (February 14, 2014) — Image by kenne
Design is the fundamental soul
of a human-made creation
that ends up expressing itself
in successive outer layers
of the product or service.
— Steve Jobs
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This Agave Stalk Has Grown Over Twelve Feet Since Thanksgiving.
The Power of Tequila! — Image by kenne
Agave [Cactus]
by Carol Hamilton
You don’t squeeze tequila
from a pumped up, rubbery leaf.
Nothing is easy in Mexico,
and everything takes time,
patience, muscle. Hacking
and digging and hacking
and a deep pit and fire
and time and time and time.
I lose time, forget it at
the other end of the tequila,
but left to me, that cactus
would still be standing there
on the [Sonora] Desert
undisturbed.
This poem can be found in the book, AGAVE —
“If you like tequila,
you will love the art,
songs, poems, stories,
and recipes in
AGAVE.”
Since moving to Tucson and becoming a Sabino Canyon Volunteer Naturalist, I know agaves are not cacti, and I live in the Sonoran Desert, not the Sonora Desert. However, since poets like to take poetic license, I will give Carol a pass on this one.
kenne
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