Sonoran Sunset — Image by kenne
Sonoran Negative
Sun leans low,
half-caught in the cactus ribs—
its body broken
into light & shadow.
Above, clouds drift,
wisps scattered
like torn paper,
like smoke
from some far-off fire.
The desert does not move.
Stone listens.
Thorn remembers.
Even the horizon
waits.
Catalina Foothills — Image by kenne
Sun sinks low,
slips under clouds,
canyons gone dark,
shadows loud.
Light keeps fighting,
gray-black on stone—
then night rolls in,
makes it its own.
Faith — Image by kenne
Faith
— Kavin Young
Patio Sunset–Image by kenne
September Sunset
Two Fruit Pods On A Pin Cushion Cactus — Image by kenne
Two Fruit Pods
Two red pods
bursting out
the pin cushion cactus—
bright as tongues,
bright as blood,
bright against the gray.
They lean together
like gossip,
like twins whispering
a secret the desert
already knows.
All around them—
a crown of black hooks,
barbed & bent,
curved like questions,
like the hard hands
that guard sweetness.
Still those pods shine—
two small suns
no thorn can hide,
fruit pulled
from a bed of needles,
offered up anyway.
— kenne
September Cactus Flower — Image by kenne
September Cactus Flower
Monsoon Clouds Over Tucson — Image by kenne
Arizona Beggarticks Wildflowers — Image by kenne
Saguaro Blossoms — Image by kenne
Bee hovers, sunlit,
above saguaro’s white crown—
sky endless, serene.
Mexican Amberwing on Dried Bulrush — Image by kenne
Amber wings shimmer
in the still heat of the day—
paused on brittle reed.
The pond has gone dry,
but the dragonfly remains—
a flicker of flame.
Balance on light perched decay,
what once was green—
beauty does not leave.
Queen Butterfly and Honey Bee On Mule Fat Blossoms — Image by kenne
Morning light breaks soft—
Queen and bee on mule fat bloom,
dew still on the leaves.
Mexican Fritillary On Mahogany Milkweed — Image by kenne
Desert Stillness
On mahogany milkweed stems,
where desert hushes sunlit gems,
a fritillary folds her wings—
orange fire with softened rings.
She does not rush, the bloom holds still,
Two hearts at peace on granite hill.
The air is warm, the shadows small,
no need to rise, no fear to fall.
Bright as flame, yet calm as stone,
she rests, yet claims the day her own.
In that brief hush, the wild agrees—
grace is quiet among the leaves.
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.
Desert Sunset — Image by kenne
Sonoran Desert Photo-artistry by kenne
