Poems 75 IntĂŠgritĂŠ: A Faith and Learning Journal Vol. 19, No. 1 (Spring 2020): 75-87
Poems Two Poems Philip C. Kolin
My Fair Lady
Hello, my fair ladybug in polka dots red and orange and sunrise yellow and also shiny ebony on either side of your wired wimple. You are April's godmother ushering in countless offspring to carry on your heritage of preserving gardens and trees. Voracious harvesters, you all dine on aphids, mites, mealybugs, a feast of salvation for springtime greenery. You can hold a family reunion equal to the population of a city inside a gallon lemonade jug. Though alluring with your dots and Seurat-like symmetry, the birds of the air still pass you by; your perfume is not to their liking and your flourish of color shames the drab coats of fantails and sand doves. It's a miracle that within your small frame you carry a prophet's promise of fertility and season's renewal.
