Drifting On the Lake
Autumn is crisp and the firmament far,
especially far from where people live.
I look at cranes on the sand
and am immersed in joy when I see mountains beyond the clouds.
Dusk inks into ripples.
Liesurely the white moon comes out.
Tonight I am with my oar, alone, and can do everything, yet waver, not willing to return. ~translation from Chinese by Tony and Willis Barnstone and Xu Haisin
Black and Yellow, now grown to one inch body size from stem to stern, not counting legs. She has moved her web out into the open today, and I imagine her as a real threat to the hummingbirds in this new location... hard to believe she caught and consumed one of the gecko's living on the deck, as it was larger than she is.