Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Tag
Rainy Day In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The Rainy Day
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sonoran Spring — Image by kenne
Most days I walk the rocky trails
with a camera hanging on my shoulder.
I stop, and again a little farther down
to gather a new perspective making use of
color and brightness everywhere I look.
With age, I have become a more casual hiker
allowing more time to ponder and train my eyes
to better capture the raw mystery and diversity
of plants and animals in the Sonoran spring,
where life is both fragile and strong.
— kenne
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California Primrose — Image by kenne
Life is short
how short,
who Knows?
Enjoying
the time
maybe
the only
thing
that matters.
— kenne
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Desert Globemallow — Images by kenne
Balance
learning
new lessons
with learning
old lessons
again and
again to
become wise.
— kenne
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Winter In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
On this day in February, we are in Kingwood Texas celebrating Jill’s birthday.
Days of Contrast
Winter in Sabino Canyon —
Blue is the color of the sky
Golden the color of desert grass
Mountain colors changing
With the angle of the sun.
Winter on the Gulf Coast —
Gray the color of the sky
Damp air chills to the bone
Diminishing a desire to walk
In the east Texas woods.
— kenne
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Sabino Canyon Visitor Center — Image by kenne
On a Cloudy Day
An entrance to the desert
where gates avoid your feet
following the tracks of others
into clouds above the canyon.
— kenne
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Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
My Dear Mountains
Every day I try to say,
To say words describing
My attraction to you.
Exploring the reasons,
The reasons why
You nurture my well-being.
Is it your dance,
The dance you perform
In and around me?
Is it the call,
The call of the Echo
The voice of last words?
Is it the view,
The view
of the shadowed canyons?
Is it chiseled outlined,
The chiseled outlined
against the Sonoran sky?
Is it the hikes,
The hikes I take
In your shadows?
Is it crown clouds,
Crown clouds
that cradle your peaks?
Is it the colors,
The colors captured
from the sunset?
Is it the blue-blackness,
The blue-blackness weighed
Against the moonlit sky?
Is it night lightning,
Night lightning
That ignites you?
Is it your past,
Your past
that holds the future?
Is it a reflection,
A reflection of my being
The self-image that I love?
Is it all things,
All things
That connects us?
Is it the answers,
The answers you share
When we are together?
Is it the why,
The why
I ask questions?
Is it my words,
The words in the questions
you repeat after me?
So many questions,
Questions only we
Can answer together.
Every day I try,
I try to become
By being near you.
It is our being together,
Being together that
Enables my existence.
Every day I try,
I try to say words
That echoes the essence of existence.
— kenne
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