Spring was March 20th

"Spring for a Ladybug"
Under the old, wooden boards, thousands of ladybugs hum.
We can hear the flowers breathe, grass grow, aphids click.
Is it time? Is our season just beginning, unfolding?
Is it Spring?

The warm air tickles my spindly black legs and wakes me,
I stretch my gossamer wings and my hard red shell quivers.
Faded cherry lacquer now restored to former beauty,
For it is Spring!

A whirring bug emerges from under the porch.
Although the air is mild, it still holds the sting of winter.
My muscles are taut as I fly to the warm walls of the house.
Spring is refreshing...

Such an ecstacy overcomes the tiny creatures;
Bell-like sounds resound when we collide with each other.
I spin and glide on lifting currents of air.
Oh, the Spring!

Dusk comes and pulls a curtain over my senses.
My legs curl under me, my wings fold, I fall--
But I am safe, caught in an early blooming crocus.
I sleep in Spring.

~Written by Anonymous from Green family