
Bigelow’s Bristlehead — Image by kenne
You can photograph wildflowers
Over and over and over
And tell a different story
In every one.
— kenne

Bigelow’s Bristlehead — Image by kenne
— kenne
Carpenter Bee On Brittlebush Blossom — Image by kenne
— Buddha
Silverpuff and Desert Chicory — Image by kenne
They grow up together
maturing in the desert sun.
She became a
beautiful white flower —
chicory by name.
Soon one night
he blossomed
into a handsome
yellow flower
only to change
dramatically
by mid-morning
to a silver globe —
silverpuff by name.
Standing there alone
only she knew
of his conversion —
making his change
even more special.
Coupled together
to the earth
their offspring
scattered to the wind.
Soon the very elements
that nurtured
their beginning
will bring about
their ending.
— kenne
The Marigold
When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
How duly, ev’ry morning, she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays;
How she observes him in his daily walk,
Still bending towards him her tender stalk;
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns,
Bedew’d, as ’twere, with tears, till he returns;
And how she veils her flow’rs when he is gone,
As if she scorned to be looked on
By an inferior eye, or did contemn
To wait upon a meaner light than him;
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers
Have spirits far more generous than ours,
And give us fair examples to despise
The servile fawnings and idolatries
Wherewith we court these earthly things below,
Which merit not the service we bestow.
— from the poem “The Marigold” by George Wither
Desert Marigold — Images by kenne