Ladybugs

The fairies in the grass

fly gently through my garden.

Their brilliance

seldomly gracing me.

In times past,

I’d beckon them close,

whisper my wishes,

fill my cheeks, and 

puff

a billowing wind,

sending them away.

They carried

my lead confessions 

upon lace wings.

Watching them soar,

I often wondered

what fate they would bestow 

upon my leather skin.

Those little fairies

of red and black

will one day become

nothing more than pests to me.

But for now,

allow me to imagine

some distant land,

where they make my wishes true.