Silken threads afloat, A geometric death trap, Dewdrop diamonds gleam.

What does a corn spider spin as a home? Side note: Didn’t realize these spiders were so common.

I grow without a root or seed, from dripping water slowed by freeze. I hang like glass from roof or stone, what am I, winter grown?

Wooden retreats in nature's embrace, where logs stack up to form a cozy place. A rustic escape with a crackling fire, nestled in forests where dreams transpire.

Thriving in the cold and always wearing a tux where everyone froze I dare not jump the shark