Lady Bug Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

She flew past the snow capped howdahs,
Down the slopes of tears,
meandered onto a sylvan accouchement,
Encroached by a living sea.

Under a raspberry leaf,
Bonded by an epistolary of thoughts,
It is the pursuit of moksha,
That heralds her divine existence.

Now flowing at a natural pace,
Eloquently fluttering an elytrous
shell,
A cluster of seers accouter,
To douse in her ladybugs wings.

She makes no sounds,
Enamored with her truth,
Pheromones does she release,
Calling to the monks of Mount Meru.