Buzzing Ascendancy

As the moon’s disk waned, so did the stubbornly persistent age of the cicadas. In their ancient lands the creatures’ hollow, rusting hulks lay in disarray along the grand avenues of the occupiers, a mute testament to their short-lived, buzzing ascendancy.

With the new moon arrived a renaissance of painted, scaled splendor, as all of the vibrantly colored butterflies of the region made their way to this locale in glorious reunion, for their very first time, yet again.

Tonight Jupiter made a pass at Diana; she shone even brighter with his nearness as the scent of wood smoke wafted ever so lightly through the first cool night of autumn.

~ mrm - September 29th 2009