Archive for the ‘Thistle’ Tag
Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Image by kenne
Mt. Lemmon in August
At least once or twice a week
We escape the desert heat
Driving the twisting highway
Where saguaros and dried
Desert plants cover the landscape.
Monsoon rains have soaked
The mountains not making it
To the lower elevations where
False expectations continue
To drive our conversations.
With each mountain road turn
The vegetation changes, first
The oak-grassland followed by
The pine-oak woodlands, chaparral
And the pine forest biomes.
A world apart from the desert below
Enjoying the cool mountain air
Clouds begin moving almost
Without motion soon the wind
Blows through the tall ponderosas.
Yet how gentle it seems the hikers
Knowing everything was just
A moment unable to conceive
The skyline on the ridge broken
By a darkening sky about to rupture.
— kenne
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Bee On A Thistle — Image by kenne
Bee on a thistle
Digging for nature’s juices
Growing and changing.
— kenne
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Grunge Art by kenne
Let anyone that has
an eye for beauty
take a view of the thistle.
Its grace and symmetry
will but complement
a string of pearls near
her exposed cleavage
to which we share
music and a glass of wine.
— kenne
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Bee on Thistle Grunge Art by kenne
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
we need bees, and
bees need you!
— Friends of the Earth
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Grunge Art Butterfly (Two-tailed Swallowtail) by kenne
YELLOW
In the beginning, oh, long before that.
When light was deciding who should be in and who should be out of the spectrum.
Yellow was in trouble.
Even then it seems that green, you know how green can be, didn’t want yellow in.
Some silly primal envy I suppose, but for whatever cause, the effect was bad on yellow.
And caused yellow to weep yellow tears for several eternals, before there were years.
Until blue heard what was up between green and yellow and took green aside for a serious talk,
in which blue pointed out that if yellow and blue were to get together,
not that they would but if they did (a gentle threat),
they could make their own green.
“Ooh” said green with some understanding.
Naturally by a sudden change of hue green saw the light and yellow got in.
It worked out fine,
yellow got lemons and green got limes.
— transcribed from Ken Nordine’s jazz and word poem, Yellow
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“Clear for Landing” — Image by kenne
Lured by her color,
the bee prepares for landing
crying purple tears.
— kenne
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Thistle (Sabino Canyon, March 17, 2016) — Image by kenne
I like to think
a thistle is an educated weed
that likes growing
where people want something else.
— kenne
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