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.
