Archive for the ‘Sabino Canyon’ Tag
Female Phainopepla in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
In Sabino’s golden morning,
a female phainopepla rests—
soft gray against the thorny reach
of a leafless ocotillo.
Her crest lifts in the quiet wind,
eyes sharp for the shimmer of berries.
The canyon holds its breath,
sunlight weaving silver through her feathers.
Raven Art by kenne
Dark Clouds Over the Canyon
A brushstroke of black
against the storm-heavy sky,
the raven ascends.
Wings carve through silence,
bold ink on a canvas stretched
above ancient stone.
Below, the canyon
holds its breath beneath the weight
of gathering dusk.
In the hush of wind,
art is flight without a frame—
wild, unwritten truth.
Sonoran Desert Toad In Sabino Creek — Image by kenne
In the hush of dusk,
where Sabino’s waters spill
soft over worn stone,
a Sonoran desert toad rests—
half submerged, wholly still.
White-winged Dove Eating Saguaro Fruit — Image by kenne
White-Winged Dove Eating Saguaro Fruit
High on the arms of the old saguaro,
The white-winged dove sings softly, “Mañana.
Red fruit splits in the morning heat,
offering nectar, seeds, and sweets.
She dips her beak in ruby flesh,
desert silence holding fresh—
The hush of wings, rise of the sun,
the feast begins, the summer’s begun.
Cactus bloom to crimson rind,
a gift the dove was born to find.
Life in thorns, life in flight,
drawn to bloom by heat and light.
HAPPY 4TH — Cooper’s Hawk On Sabino Canyon Visitor Center Flag Pole — Image by kenne
Happy 4th
Perched above the waving stripes,
the hawk keeps watch in desert light.
Still as stone, he scans the morning’s
quiet skies with sunlit eyes.
No fireworks yet, no marching band—
just wind across the canyon sand.
The flag below him snaps and sways,
a rhythm old as freedom’s days.
This is his perch, this pole, this place,
the wild in balance, sky, and grace.
On Independence Day, he stays—
a silent oath in feathered blaze.
Desert Spiny On Rock — Image by kenne
Desert Spiny on Rock
Sun burns high and narrow,
a lizard still in the shadows,
perched on ancient stone.
Scales like chipped mosaic,
colors born of contrast,
catch the noonday glare.
Eyes unblinking, sharp,
reading like a sacred text,
guarding its small world.
Not seeking to flee,
but to vanish in the light —
a spiny cloaked in calm.
Desert Ragweed — Image by kenne
Desert Ragweed
In a land of thorns and thirst,
where silence coats the stones,
desert ragweed rises—
unassuming, wind-blown, bold.
It thrives where others falter,
roots deep in cracked terrain,
tossing pollen like a promise
on the shoulders of the wind.
Saguaros In The Canyon — Image by kenne
Canyon walls echo—
saguaros stand, arms outstretched,
silent sentinels.
SCVN Teacher In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Teacher
Ideals are like the stars,
Always above our reach.
Humbly I tried to learn,
More humbly did I teach.
On all honest virtues
I sought to keep firm hold.
I wanted to be a good man
Though I pinched my soul.
But now I lie beneath cool loam
Forgetting every dream;
And in this narrow bed of earth
No lights gleam.
In this narrow bed of earth
Star-dust never scatters,
And I tremble lest the darkness teach
Me that nothing matters.
— Langston Hughes
Hiking Through Saguaros — Image by kenne
Trail bends past old roots,
saguaro shadows stretch long—
time forgets no one.
Deer In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
— from Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake
Reflections On The Water Above Sabino Dam — Image by kenne
Water reflections
Becoming nature’s mirror
Which is the fairest?
— kenne
Panning for Garnets In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
Cactus Wren On Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne
Brewer’s Sparrow In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus