Saguaro Blossoms — Image by kenne
Bee hovers, sunlit,
above saguaro’s white crown—
sky endless, serene.
Archive for the ‘Sonoran Desert’ Tag
Saguaro Blossoms 5 comments
Mexican Amberwing Dragonfly 2 comments
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.
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Queen Butterfly and Honey Bee 3 comments
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.
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Desert Stillness 1 comment
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.
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Sonoran Desert Toad 2 comments
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.
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A Dreamer With A Long Memory 2 comments
Desert Sunset — Image by kenne
I’m a dreamer with a long memory—
I walk through moments folded in time,
where shadows hum with voices
and stars recall my name.
I’ve touched the bark of vanished trees,
heard lullabies in desert wind,
held hands with what has not yet come,
and wept for what has always been.
The past is not behind me—
it sleeps beneath my feet.
The future glows like firelight
in every face I meet.
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Sonoran Desert Photo-artistry 1 comment
Sonoran Desert Photo-artistry by kenne
Through the lens, the cactus leans—
a silhouette in fractured beams,
where golden hour softly spills
on dust-worn hills and silent stills.
Shadows stretch like painted lines,
drawn in ochre, sage, and spine.
Each thorn, a brushstroke held in place
by desert light and endless space.
A vulture glides, its wings mid-frame,
a single shot, a wordless flame.
A saguaro lifts its arms in prayer—
ghosts of heat still hanging there.
Not just a picture, more a spell:
where time and color softly dwell,
and all the desert dares to be
is caught in quiet artistry.
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Mexican Bird of Paradise (Caesalpinia pulcherrima)— Image by kenne
Blooming Mexican Bird of Paradise
Golden flares in desert heat,
fronds ablaze where sidewalks meet,
petals spilling flame and light—
sunrise rooted in full sight.
Hummingbirds in fleeting dance
sip the nectar, take their chance,
while dusty winds pass overhead
and paint the blooms a deeper red.
Flame-tipped petals catch the breeze,
a burst of fire among the trees.
Yellow, red, and orange flare—
summer’s banner in desert air.
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Sunset Over The Valley — Image by kenne
Waiting for the Monsoon
The ground holds its breath,
cracked lips of earth
whisper old prayers to the sky.
Leaves curl like tired hands,
and even the wind
seems to limp through the dust.
Clouds gather slowly —
not yet the promise,
but the hint of one.
We watch the horizon,
counting seconds between
light and thunder,
hoping the sky will open
not in fury,
but in grace.
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Shadows on the Chapel Wall — Image by kenne
Shadows on the Chapel Wall
Afternoon settles in,
shadows stretch across old stone,
soft as breath or thought.
Outside, the wind stills,
but inside, shadows linger —
silent, warm, and real.
No one speaks aloud,
but the wall remembers all —
each step, each small hope.
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Desert Spiny on Rock 3 comments
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.
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Desert Mariposa Lily — Image by kenne
Petals catch the light—
desert mariposa buds,
grace in barren soil.
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Sonoran Desert Landscape Leave a comment
Sonoran Desert Landscape — Image by kenne
Primitive road winds,
etched through saguaros stillness—
cholla shadows stretch.
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Saguaro Darkness — Image by kenne
Saguaro stands tall—
century carved in stillness,
arms raised to the sky.
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The Desert Believes. Leave a comment
Toothleaf Goldeneye — Image by kenne
