Marine Blue Butterflies — Image by kenne
The marine blue butterfly wears
its colors like a living watercolor,
drifting between gray and blue
as it dances through the air,
each turn of its wings
creating a new masterpiece of light.
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Marine Blue Butterflies 2 comments
Marine Blue Butterflies — Image by kenne
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Marine Blues On Moist Rocks Near a Mountain Stream — Image by kenne
Butterflies on moist rocks,
suddenly the world makes sense.
Color speaking to color,
wing touching wind.
Yes, I think—
this is how things work.
Then, the butterflies lift,
vanish off the rocks,
and the rocks stand alone
with their quiet question.
I get it.
Then I don’t.
— kenne
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Pay Attention 5 comments
Fiery Skipper Butterfly — Image by kenne
A butterfly no bigger
than a thumbprint
arrives in the yard
carrying sunlight
on its shoulders.
It rests on a flower
as the earth whispers:
Pay attention.
Even the smallest flame
was sent
to remind you
how to live.
— kenne
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In A Sea Of Green 3 comments
Pipevine Swallowtail On A Thistle — Image by kenne
The swallowtail lands—
a flicker of blue fire
on the rough crown of thistle.
The meadow holds its breath,
each blade of grass
a prayer for stillness.
Beauty, brief and unashamed,
goes on living
without our witness.
— kenne
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Yellow Butterfly On Bird Of Paradise 2 comments
Cloudless Sulphur Butterfly on A Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
Yellow butterfly,
its wings flicker
like thighs parting.
The flower trembles,
stamens sticky,
pollen dust falling,
sweet stink of heat.
Butterfly enters the flower,
slow as the insect’s tongue
sliding into nectar.
The air itself
quivers,
a humming body,
a wet mouth,
a raw opening.
Sunlight hard on the skin,
sweat dripping,
everything exposed.
The butterfly lifts—
nothing holy,
nothing profane,
just wings,
just hunger,
just flight.
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Pipevine Swallowtail 2 comments
Pipevine Swallowtail on Mexican Bird of Paradise — Image by kenne
Pipevine swallowtail,
on bird of paradise flame—
wings of midnight glow.
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Sleepy Orange Butterfly 2 comments
Sleepy Orange Butterfly — Image by kenne
Sleepy orange rests,
wings folded in morning hush—
dreaming in orange.
It does not sleep as we do,
yet the meadow knows
its quiet rhythm—
a pause between flights,
a breath held in color,
waiting for the calling.
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Wings of Midnight Flame 4 comments
Pipevine Swallowtail — Image by kenne
Wings of Midnight Flame
Where mountains lean into the blue,
and sunlight slips through morning dew,
a whisper lands on greening leaves—
a pipevine swallowtail that weaves.
Like night with edges lit,
its wings flicker in shade where wild things sit.
No hurry here, just sky and stem,
a pulse within the mountain’s hem.
Among the ferns, the sage, the stone,
it moves gracefully and alone.
Each beat of the wing is a silent thread
in tapestry, the peaks have spread.
Brief as breath, yet bold and true,
a flicker of black trimmed in blue.
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Fiery Skipper In The Mountains 4 comments
Fiery Skipper In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Golden wings flicker—
skipper dances on warm wind,
high in Catalina light.
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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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The Queen 3 comments
Queen Butterfly — Photo-artistry by kenne
Wings of rust and grace—
Queen drifts over desert hush,
crowned by heat and light.
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Morning Visit 5 comments
Pipevine Swallowtail — Image by kenne
Blue wings in sunlight—
thistle opens to the day,
stillness full of flight.
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Empress Leilia On The Rocks 2 comments
Empress Leilia On The Rocks — Image by kenne
Empress Leilia—
still upon warm canyon stones,
desert hush in wings.
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Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower 2 comments
Lupine Blue Butterfly On Cranesbill Wildflower — Image by kenne
Lupine blue flickers—
on cranesbill’s soft purple face,
wings kiss morning light.
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American Snout — Image by kenne
