spider survival
rides on webbed cunning
flown into by prey
As happens, that bee shook itself free in the nick of time.
So no bees were harmed during the making of that picture.
Be the bee.
Shake yourself free while you've still half a chance.
Leave the hungry spider hanging.
…to fall.
For this year's golden season to finally be
something other than just more stubborn summer
steadily degrading.
Thankfully a bit cooler, this past summer ran hot. Damned hot.
In any event distinctly softer
with longer light
and less of it,
given autumn’s inexorably shorter, increasingly reflective days.
They say that from today going forward the season will at last revert to normal for the duration.
That's the official word, at least.
Except since normal’s rendered utterly relative these days,
I wonder how we’ll ever know.
