As we were ending our rare outing through the backwoods in the country, I turned the corner around a large oak tree. The sun broke through the towering trees to illuminate the presence of the web to keep me from walking straight into it. No alterations were made to this photograph and no filters were used.
Death Is Never More Beautiful
© 2012 by Mit Maras
In unwavering reverence,
We watch as she dances,
Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.
With a natural pluck,
Each canvas spirals down,
Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.
For so long we have sought,
The solitude of her darkest places,
Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.