A butterfly landed on the concrete by my feet
its wings orange and black
In my mind I organize butterflies
either “not a monarch” or “maybe a monarch”
This is not a monarch and she knows it
She dances circles on the sidewalk
opens and closes her wings shyly
as if weighed down by her own beauty
About the Poet:
Tiffany Renee Harmon is a writer and visual artist based out of Southwest Missouri.
Ephemeral Elegies 
Beautiful
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I love this my wonderful boss
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very beautiful the use of “monarch” and “not monarch” the way we all can do, usually to our detriment
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Absolutely my spiritual dad🤣🤣🤣…daddy I wanna be asking after you everyday on repeat..how can I?do you have Instagram?
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This is such a delicate and breathtakingly beautiful poem, Tiffany! 🦋 The imagery of the butterfly opening and closing its wings ‘as if weighed down by her own beauty’ is incredibly poetic and deeply comforting. You have a wonderful way of capturing a simple moment in nature and giving it so much depth and soul. As an artist and writer myself, reading this was an absolute joy. Truly beautiful work!
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Nice…thank you.
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This magnificent butterfly seems completely unconcerned with being correctly named. She simply is what she is, moving in her own small circle of beauty on a very ordinary sidewalk.
There’s something lovely about that contrast—the concrete beneath her, the delicate wings above it, and this quiet little reminder that beauty doesn’t always need a grand setting to be noticed.
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