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.
Sunset Sky — Image by kenne
Photography patronizes.
Life moves—
blur, breath, forgetting.
A flash halts it,
fixes detail
into permanence—
which is its lie.
— kenne
Regal Horned Lizard
Regal Horned Lizard
Regal Horned Lizard
Gila Woodpecker — Image by kenne
Gila Woodpecker
That busy little thug,
black-and-white suit,
red cap like a bad idea—
he’s at it again,
beak punching neat holes
in my world.
The hummingbird feeder
wasn’t made for him,
but he doesn’t give a damn
about human intention.
Long tongue dips in,
sweet stolen fuel
for the day’s racket.
Call him nosey,
call him thief,
but look closer—
he’s just another desert anarchist,
making do in a place
that gives nothing easy.
And maybe I admire him for it,
this feathered outlaw
living by wit and boldness
reminding me that survival
is never polite.
— kenne
Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail — Image by kenne
Sunrise, Wildhorse Trail
Full Moon Rising Over Blackett’s Ridge Just As The Sun Sets — Image by kenne
Full Moon on Blackett’s Ridge
Sun’s droppin’ low over Tucson,
painting everything old whiskey gold.
You can feel the light dying,
hear the coyotes start to tune up—
like the land itself needs a song
to make peace with the dark.
And there it is—
the moon,
white as a scar on a healed-up sky,
climbing slowly over Blackett’s Ridge.
Dragonfly Silhouette — Image by kenne
Dragonfly, Thorn
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
