Ladybug

Harmless harbourer of luck, you dot
the meadows, parks, and dust
filled corners with your vibrant reds,
orange, and yellows.
You land on our shoulders
and we yell out ‘Lady Luck!’ –
our burdens fewer, a tide turning,
and a love blooming from your age-old
magic that nestles together in the dark months.
Not quite a nuisance – who would squash the
flaming flight of fate’s good word with a promise of
pollen-rich buds come springs sleepy rise.
Count the number of spots from this talisman
of luck, and a new season may usher in a
deepest wish in a few short months.
By correlation or causation, felicity or fluke,
your quiet creep in the marigolds and
honeydew, or snug in the windows of our living
rooms give us a glimpse of the mystical.