Queen Butterfly on Arizona Brittleweed
Santa Catalina Mountains
A hush on the trail—
the queen descends from the sky,
drawn to desert gold.
Wings edged in twilight
settle on brittleweed blooms,
soft against the thorn.
Above the canyon,
she drinks the sun’s last offer—
brief, deliberate grace.
Thank you, Kenne, for the beautiful poem and photo about the butterfly!
Joanna
Joanna, You are welcome.