Image by kenne
A desert sentinel atop a desert giant—
cactus wren and saguaro share the morning.
The artistic background softens the edges of the world,
leaving only the essentials: bird, cactus, sky, and wonder.
Archive for the ‘Saguaro’ Tag
Desert Sentinel Atop A Desert Giant Leave a comment
Sabino Morning 2 comments
Saguaro Sunrise In the Canyon -- Image by kenne
Sabino Canyon at sunrise, stripped to monochrome—
the saguaro becomes an old witness,
arms raised through a hundred dawns,
telling the mountains
that silence is enough.
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The Nurse Tree 2 comments
Dead Nurse Tree at Sunrise — Image by kenne
I can’t prove it—
But these young Saguaro cactus
stand there, steady in their twenties,
as if the dead nurse tree still lingers in them—
a memory of shade,
a shelter that did its work
and then let go.
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Sabino Sunrise 2 comments
Sabino Sunrise — Image by kenne
Dawn spills over the mountains
and the giants wake.
Their shadows stretch like old cowboys
after a long night.
No hurry.
No apology.
Just another day
outlasting us all.
— kenne
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Natures Synbolism Leave a comment
Saguaro Sunrise — Image by kenne
Saguaro cactus at sunrise—
you say endurance,
beauty against all odds.
I see a drunk saint
full of needles
hoarding water like secrets.
The sun bleeds out behind it
without apology.
If there’s a lesson there,
it’s that even the harshest thing
knows how to bloom
when it has to.
— kenne
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Hazy Morning Leave a comment
Hazy Morning Sun In Sabino Canyon — Silhouette Image by kenne
Saguaro cutouts
against a milky sun—
even the shadows
drink their coffee slow
out here.
— kenne
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Death Happens Leave a comment
Death Happens — Image by kenne
Death happens
the way rain does—
announced by no one,
soaking the afternoon
until even the living
forget when it began.
— kenne
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Sonoran Sunrise 7 comments
Sonoran Sunrise Over The Rincon Mountains — Image by kenne
Sonoran Sunrise
The mountains drink fire.
Saguaro stand tall
blessing the dawn.
Ocotillo bleeds light,
fingers trembling
in the pale wind.
The sun—
golden blades—
cut the sky
wide open.
Silence spills
into flame.
And the desert,
old, dreaming,
remembers its heart—
burning,
always burning.
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Cactus Wren Atop A Saguaro 4 comments
Cactus Wren Atop A Saguaro — Image by kenne
The Cactus Wren, (Campylorhynchus brunneicapillus, meaning ‘brown-capped curved bill’)
is conspicuous in behavior, size, and plumage—no doubt leading to its being chosen
as Arizona’s State Bird. Related to tropical wrens in Mexico,
this boldly patterned species is larger and unlike the rest of
North America’s wrens. — Tucson Audubon Society
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Saguaros, The Desert Of Picture Books Leave a comment
Saguaros — Image by kenne
Saguaros are the desert of picture books.
This is what a desert should be.
— kenne
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I’ll Take Saguaros On The Rocks 1 comment
I’ll Take Saguaros On The Rocks — Image by kenne
In the first decade of life
saguaro growth is slow
making the small plant
very fragile to the elements.
The rocks provide protection
much like bushes and trees
Taking on the name ‘nurse trees,’
Large rocks function as ‘nurse rocks.’
— kenne
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Cactus Wren 1 comment
Cactus Wren — Image by kenne
A cactus wren may spend time on top of a saguaro,
but they prefer the protection given by the cholla cactus.
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Death In The Desert Leave a comment
Dying Saguaro Cactus — Image by kenne
Death in the desert
Stands as if in defiance
Against gravity.
— kenne
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The Night Before Christmas 3 comments
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The Queen And Her King Leave a comment
Saguaros In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by
For humbler Company
When none are near
Even a Tear—
Its frequent Visitor—
— Emily Dickinson
