Ladybug Season!
Thanks to Bearings Online for publishing this poem. March of the Ladybugs One at a time, they’re good luck charms, quaint as a cartoon greeting-card neat dome like a candy button. At daybreak one circumnavigates the waterglass, His glossy shell cracks to sprout waxpaper wings. As the window brightens, more collect in its skim of condensation. They cluster on the ceiling, red and random as measles. Every so often one is moved to buzz in sudden spirals, and land with a clatter on a lampshade. or bungle into my hair. Their ranks swell, an army of redcoats. Once doctors mashed them to cure toothaches; farmers entreated Our Lady to send in scarlet swarms-- rosary beads spilling from the sky. Harvest in, they’d clear the fields and burn the vines. By afternoon The multi...