The bear that breathes the northern blast
Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp
Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing
In Sol's warm breath and shine as saving,
Which with her hands she chafes and stands
Rubbing her legs, shanks, thighs, and hands.
Her pretty toes, and fingers' ends
Nipped with this breath, she out extends
Unto the sun, in great desire
To warm her digits at that fire.
Doth hold her temples in this state
Where pulse doth beat, and head doth ache.
Doth turn, and stretch her body small,
Doth comb her velvet capital.
- 'Upon a Wasp Chilled With Cold' Edward Taylor

I'd like to say that this was an intentional shot with the wasp in it. However, All I saw were the pretty leaves, and when I came home I notice this little creature in the corner... :)

Definately noticing 'a wee nip in the air' today. If I start to hibernate today, could someone wake me up for Christmas please?