Image by kenne
The sun descends behind
the western mountains,
yet leaves behind
a kingdom of light.
Clouds become banners
of gold and scarlet.
The desert floor glows softly,
as though illuminated
from within.
Not just another sunset—
but a Tucson evening,
where earth and sky
exchange their vows once more
before the coming night.
Bottle Brush Bush Blossom — Image by kenne
The bottle brush blooms as if it remembers another country. Its scarlet flowers hang from the branches like tiny brushes dipped in paint, each one catching sunlight and holding it a moment longer than the day allows. Hummingbirds arrive without invitation. They know what I sometimes forget—that beauty does not announce itself. It waits in the yard, patient as an old relative, until someone finally looks.
Orange Sulphur On a Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
Song of the Butterfly
(In the Style of Walt Whitman)
I celebrate the Orange Sulphur!
I celebrate the yellow wanderer,
resting for a moment upon
the red and gold extravagance
of the Mexican Bird of Paradise.
Not hurried,
not troubled by clocks or calendars,
it pauses in the desert sunlight,
its wings holding the color of ripe lemons,
of dawn breaking over distant mountains.
O small traveler!
You belong to the flowers,
to the wind,
to the same vast earth
that bears the mountains and the sea.
Southern Dogface On A Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
A butterfly lands,
and for one perfect moment
the flower is still.
Rainbow Over Tanuri Ridge (08/17/26) — Image by kenne
The Rainbow
Tanuri Ridge Sunset — Image by kenne
A sunset with thin,
trembling clouds—
the universe painting
without hurry.
Stand still long enough,
and you will feel chosen.
— kenne
Cooper’s Hawk in the Patio Olive Tree Near the Bird Feeder– Image by kenne
— kenne
Patio Nightlight — Image by kenne
— kenne
Anna’s Hummingbird, I Think — Image by kenne
Hummingbirds and the Angle of Light
— kenne
Hose Bib — Image by kenne
Hose Bib Metaphor of Life
— kenne
Bougainvillea Time of The Year — Image by kenne
— kenne
Potted Lemon Tree On the Patio — Image by kenne
Some years are stingy.
But not this one.
This year, the branches bowed
with golden lanterns,
each one shining
as though lit from within.
And I, rest among them,
felt forgiven
for every slight worry
I have carried.
— kenne
Thanksgiving Eve On The Patio — Image by kenne
— kenne
Late-Autumn Glow On Our Patio by kenne
Late-Autumn Glow
