Archive for the ‘Butterflies’ Category

Lupine Blue on Bigelow’s Bristlehead-   Leave a comment

Lupine Blue on Bigelow’s Bristlehead — Image by kenne

Radiating out of the darkness
on a desert spring morning
stars on the ground replacing
the stars in the clear desert sky
evidence there is heaven on earth.

— kenne

 

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly   Leave a comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail Butterfly on Mexican Bird of Paradice — Image by kenne

Two-tailed Swallowtail

Always a beauty to see

So again, I share.

— kenne

Painted Lady Butterfly   3 comments

Painted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne

Each painted lady

Is a beauty to the eye

Is of multitudes.

— kenne

 

Two-tailed Swallowtail   Leave a comment

Two-tailed Swallowtail — Image by kenne

We cannot all see beauty the same way.

— kenne

 

Queen Butterly   Leave a comment

Queen Butterfly — Image by kenne

“The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.”

― George Carlin

Taxiles Skipper   Leave a comment

Taxiles Skipper On A Pinos Altos Mountain Bean — Image by kenne

We know she’s a skipper

One hell of a day-tripper

All decked in brown

Jumping up and down.

— kenne

Arizona Sister Butterfly   Leave a comment

Arizona Sister Butterfly — Image by kenne

Black wings with white spots

These butterflies like to rock

Wait for the music.

— kenne

Queen Butterfly On Buttonbush   Leave a comment

Queen Butterfly On Buttonbush — Image by kenne

Love isn’t all roses and candlelight. Love is complicated, and poetry uniquely expresses
the power and pain of that mess of feeling.

Never give all the Heart

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
— William Butler Yeats

Butterfly Painting   Leave a comment

Butterfly Painting by kenne

The Butterfly  

I hold you at last in my hand,
Exquisite child of the air.
Can I ever understand
How you grew to be so fair?
 
You came to my linden tree
To taste its delicious sweet,
I sitting here in the shadow and shine
Playing around its feet.
 
Now I hold you fast in my hand,
You marvelous butterfly,
Till you help me to understand
The eternal mystery.
 
From that creeping thing in the dust
To this shining bliss in the blue!
God give me courage to trust
I can break my chrysalis too!
 
— Alice Freeman Palmer
 
 

Butterfly Painting   2 comments

Painted Lady Painting (First Posted April 25, 2013) — Image by kenne

“The Painted Lady butterfly is known for its remarkable adaptability to a wide range of environments,
making it one of the most widely distributed butterfly species in the world. Several factors contribute to their
ability
to thrive in all lower 48 states in the US.” — Source: Insect Lore

Butterfly Mountain   2 comments

Checkerspot Butterfly — Image by kenne

A dilapidated lepidopteran
dying atop The Mountain of Butterflies
holds out her wings to the darkness—wings as thin
as the mist that swirls beneath monsoonal skies—

— from Waiting for Dawn atop Butterfly Mountain by Martin J. Elster

Bee On Orange Blossom   5 comments

Bee On Orange Blossom — Image by kenne

“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.”

― Mary Oliver

Cloudless Sulphur On Trailing Windmill   1 comment

Cloudless Sulphur On Trailing Windmill — Image by kenne

It’s time to enjoy

Sonoran desert beauty

In the summertime.

— kenne

Tiny Checkerspot Butterfly   3 comments

Tiny Checkerspot Butterfly — Photo-artistry by kenne

“The wings of transformation are born of patience and struggle.”

— Janet Dickens

Cloudless Sulphur On Trailing Windmill   2 comments

Cloudless Sulphur On Trailing Windmill — Image by kenne

“Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.”

― Mary Oliver